I have this dream some nights and in the dream, I wake up to see the sunrise. And in the dream, I see a flower on my way home and buy fresh bread for breakfast. The world feels just a little bit warmer and a shade lighter- pastels of peace and shades of serenity. And in the dream, my heart is full.. oh, I am full. And in the dream, I don't dream- because I'm finally full.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned










