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portrait of woman wearing devil costume: A haunting poetic reflection on oppression, silence, and complicity across gender, caste, class, religion, and nation. “I Saw the Devil” asks: what if the devil we fear is not a monster — but ourselves?

I saw the devil hands like mine and eyes like yours

BY
Rick Mondal

A haunting poetic reflection on oppression, silence, and complicity across gender, caste, class, religion, and nation. “I Saw the Devil” asks: what if the devil we fear is not a monster — but ourselves?

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