The Unabridged Journals of Karissa Gupta

  Imagine walking for thousands of kilometres, held at gunpoint, as the scorching heat radiating from the sun melts your face off, morphing you into an amalgamation of sticky beads of salt and grime. Imagine having to brave rugged terrains, mighty waters and vast swamps, whilst your muscles ache as if a thousand arrows are piercing your skin; leaving you feeling lifeless and strung onto a fragile thread liable to snapping at any second. Imagine embarking upon an exhausting journey, with a parched throat and a rumbling stomach, unable to see the destination your journey leads to, only witnessing a brief glimpse of a hazy future, clouded by uncertainty. Imagine being coerced to endure hell, solely to arrive at a place you will never be able to truly call home. Imagine living life restrained, a sense of icy disconnect always enveloping you and your blurred surroundings.  This jarring description may appear a terrifying nightmare for us, but for the indigenous people of the Easter...