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The visions of the daughters of India are not bleak or repressed. Because those visions if undressed, drag the traditions and holy ones blessed into the clear light of today. To crush the machines which enslave in poverty, the millions without property, and break the castes supporting the broken leg of authority, crush the iron fist of oppression which murder transgression. To rise as one under a burning sun. These are the daughters of India from their garret windows, bedroom sills and basement lights, the poets and essayists observed the Eastern Skies bedazzled by the Indian sun and wrote of a new tomorrow of oblivious hope, beauty and love. Beyond here lies the essence of the spiced dreams and scented schemes of those who observed the skies before the sun finally rose on a new tomorrow.This is an anthology of contemporary India that you will have rarely seen before. Namaste.