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Drums - Orvilleniano Kingston
Keys - Peter Toshiba Huang

Akaant   Ft Dumgafasad Indicaveman  Wadoluzo

Frisbee

Tiktak 6reak

The fear of losing your freedom can drive you into a cage.

Ghabrahat

Mystical Mermaid

This journey back to the spawn of life itself, a story or a question about displacement in my own land, it takes us through the great days and solemn evenings after a hard day's work, the gifts of the seasons and the things that we can't live without but are disappearing as we speak so this song is also a cry or an urge to everyone to look back and look towards a calmer future.

TINACHE 4AAR


In Panjim market's bustle, the vegetable and prawn communities met. Papa Palak, a sturdy spinach, led the vegetables, grumbling about being chopped and cooked. Mama Phingri, a matriarchal prawn, echoed their woes, especially about Kismoor Suki, where prawns are dried and powdered. Young Tamatar wondered why they were mixed in this dish.

Chotu Phingri explained humans considered it a delicacy. Wise Adrak suggested understanding humans' perspective. Methi believed even as food, they deserved respect. Mama Chingri agreed, suggesting they focus on being delicious.

They realized they were all part of the human food chain. Perhaps they could influence how humans cooked them, showcasing their true flavors. They parted with a new understanding, ready to contribute to the culinary world, hoping humans would eventually appreciate their combined deliciousness in dishes like Kismoor Suki.

Sabzi Mandi Kismoor Suki

The seeds were sown through the collonial trauma that our generations before us endured for the vegetables that we have turned into this already dystopian world where we live between different codes and algorithms in life but the administration still crawls forward on the end of a ball point pen, at the end of it all all that matters if the coin drops or not.

Bhaji Tarkari

Joke

Begin with one eye. Remove the lid. Insert wire.
Now listen:
The glitch is not broken—it’s bored.
Her ear folds time like chapati dough.
His universe? Just a puddle of static wearing a bindi.
This track is a ritual for decoding the present using outdated instructions from a future that never arrived

Najayaz Jam

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