Category: Women -as we are!

  • Why We Need Feminism in 2021 #4

    Day 4 of #whyweneedfeminismin2021 Kindergarten taught me what good meant, so over time when someone asked me if I was a good girl, I took the term for granted and accepted the adjective. I was a good girl. Meaning, I thought good meant loyal, kind, helping, compassionate, humble. Someone who…

  • Why We Need Feminism in 2021 #3

    Veil (noun): a piece of very thin material, worn especially by women to protect or hide the face, or as part of a hat, etc. a piece of cloth worn over the head and shoulders by nuns or Muslim women. [singular] (formal) something that stops you from learning the truth…

  • Why We Need Feminism in 2021 #2

    We need feminism because when covid-19 suddenly happened and everyone was locked in and people had nowhere to go, working and studying from home, no ecape with constricted spaces, it was WHO who had to bring a tab titled ‘Domestic Violence during Covid-19’ to their dashboard. Violence happens even without…

  • Why We Need Feminism In 2021 #1

    Why we need feminism in 2021? Because as soon as you saw the picture here, the first thought would have been, “What now? Why now? Why is this woman talking about feminism again? Hasn’t it been enough? सब कुछ तो मिल गया, अब और क्या चाहिए? We need feminism in…

  • A Discourse In Distortion

    An infinite jigsaw puzzle With distorted edges and a path of struggles No end in sight No pieces fit I haven’t found my own solution My failure, my only remission No answers, no sense, no meaning Only a delusion, a small chaos Why should be things easy to understand?  A…

  • The Irony Of Hidden Bodies And Open Minds

    Every woman knows the torment of speaking up. I have known it in the past, and I might with this post too. But I will say it, now, and again and again. Just like all those powerful women who did ages back, who keep doing it even now.  I am…

  • His Evil Desires

    His Evil Desires

    I did it again Every time my soul bangs its head I sing and soar My flesh hurts But my thoughts avoid death I keep smiling and And hurt his ego Ignoring the nasty nights of his devilish aims.

  • Her Altruistic Mien.

    Her Altruistic Mien.

    Poetry has been a consistent part of my life, first reading and then writing. Though if someone would have said that I could try writing poems, a year back, I would have rolled my eyes and said, “Yeah, right!” Not that I have become very confident of my pieces, but…

  • The Thing About Boys & Men.

    I am bored. I mean not that I don’t have anything to do, but I am just bored. Bored with stressful working, with useless studying, with meeting deadlines, with assignments, with reading, with writing, practically everything. So I keep finding new things to do. Now, I haven’t been very successful…