Sariya

I don't blow hot and cold. I’m your extreme-weather friend.
I’d move mountains for you but they’re gone. Developed.

I feel blue looking at the grey skies.
I cry over spilled oil and dead fish. There are plenty of those in the sea.
The smoke outside fuels the fire in my belly.

I talk about things that matter. Small talk. Big talk. Real talk.

So, break the ice?
Gently, please. I worry about the polar bears.

Vandita

Hello! I am a climate storyteller.
People and communities are central to my work, hope and humour are my anchors.