Category: Women -as we are!
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An Introduction
I don’t know politics but I know the names Of those in power, and can repeat them like Days of week, or names of months, beginning with Nehru. I am Indian, very brown, born in Malabar, I speak three languages, write in Two, dream in one. Don’t write in English,…
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The Strength of a Flickering Candle.
She was sitting there, lost into her gloomy thoughts. The room was awfully murky, and the darkness helped her hide from the light. Tattered as she was, so were her thoughts. Her appearance was no less depressed with rugged hair, with the black dress, and with face as dull as…
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Modern Aunts!
Ever wondered, why people are the way they are? Why do they behave in the manner they do? Being selfish is important in this world, I think that is very much common to here now, but how far can one go, and even when at someone else’s cost. Telling someone…
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Importance of “Shall”
“We shall…” or “Shall we..?” What would you prefer? As of me, I think I’d prefer the second scenario any day. Anyone asking me anything would be way better and sophisticated than someone just throwing commands at me. I now I’d agree with the person anyway, if he or she…
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And so they don’t like me now!
I was sitting with my cousin and my aunt in their house, munching snacks and having a relaxed time over a cup of tea. We were having a blast, my cousins who have come all the way from Gujarat are really chirpy and can make you feel instantly at home…
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Just another angry woman!!!
I am just another angry woman Who screams and cries pressing a pillow against her mouth. I am just another angry woman Whose father abounds her in her own house, Leaving behind no scope for dreams and aspirations. I am just another angry woman Who screams inside While…
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The breaking of iron
I am a strong independent woman, They say, but I do have my own doubts. You are built of iron, but does it never break? You are self-sufficient, You don’t need anyone, But how can I be my own doppelganger? You are a confident woman They say, but…
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Drowning
i am woman in a large glass box that is slowly but steadily filling with water covering my feet my ankles my knees padlocks of my own design keep me trapped in this watery prison the opaque panels block me from view murals painted with images of my placid face…
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Were you not a girl, Mamma?
This is the first article/story I ever wrote which was published during my initial college days and hence it is very dear to me apart from various other reasons. Hope you like it too and is worth your time. * Ah! This is such a beautiful sight I am observing.…
Moushmi Radhanpara 