With my nose pressed against the frosted glass of the window,I see the Goddessin her shrinehear chants of worship in some obsolete language. With a cold tap on my shouldershe invites me in.Then I see herskin chipped,black eyed, nose squashedmutilated,corroded andrained on.
It all began with eve-teasing, a curse which has become part of every Indian girl’s life. No one would have thought even in their wildest dreams, that it would spark an avalanche of incidents which changed this idyllic town of mine, forever. I decided to settle down in […]
Hey Uterus, This is not fair The way you hitch yourself to my emotions. I am not being ungrateful, you know. But you become the portal to my emotional centre. We should feel powerful, you and me Being the vessel that contains “Shakti”, Instead you send me to […]
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