stop scratching the soles of the Dalits that remind me of myself. This is a depressing day for me; even the stove fire is raging. I'm sure someone is considering me. Who, though? The crystal-clear Ganga water, the pristine white snow of the Himalayas, or the fairy (Anchari) who resides atop the mountains are the "she" who remembers me. Or maybe all that's missing from me is my house, my fields, and my barns in the desolate village. Roti Kalpana could be thinking about my ill, coughing mother and me today. https://lyricsfizz.com/artist/meena-rana/