Call the women with eyes frozen tongue swollen pointed chin and the barely audible. The curtains open slowly.
There was no coincidence that all women knew the same rules of this world. These various women did not let each other struggle. In order to understand that courage look back travel in time two centuries earlier.
The other day, I was looking at my mother not as her daughter, but just as a woman. I looked at her long and hard and wondered what made her marry when she did. As a woman, what were her expectations? Was she scared? And then she caught me looking at her, so I snapped... Continue Reading →
A few days ago, I had a thought about Elizabeth Gilbert and Cheryl Strayed. One that I forgot. Something about them being soul sisters, except that they are not. I didn't make a note of the thought, maybe because I was sleeping, too knocked out to actually give a fig or because I was binge-watching... Continue Reading →
Unofficially she'd come to believe in God because it seemed handy to have someone to ask the impossible from, credit for the unexplainable, and blame for things beyond control. My conversations with God have come to an end. I don't ask for anything - neither the impossible, not even credit for the unexplainable. It's a... Continue Reading →
This morning, I finished re-reading Black Milk by Elif Shafak. The first time I read it was in February this year when I was vacationing in Kerala. Back then it took me 5 hours to finish it. This time I savoured it much longer. I have come to the conclusion that this is a book I... Continue Reading →
Venturing out into a new city is both, frightening and exciting, at the same time. You never know what might happen to you, but you also don't know what you're going to find. Probably a new place, an experience to take back home, an incident that you can reflect on or narrate as a story... Continue Reading →
Today's Daily Prompt @ WordPress: Exhale Tell us about a time when everything seemed to be going wrong — and then, suddenly, you knew it would be alright. Here's my take. *** Under the bridge, I can hear the passing train as the wheels make contact with the rails and the sewage water runs down the... Continue Reading →