Trishanku. I see the word emblazoned on several pages in a diary where I took down notes during a lecture, drew doodles and wrote my name in different languages, a habit which is an unmistakable characterstic of self obsessed people, I hear. Well. Why does this word chug at my heart’s strings today? I bore … Continue reading Much like Trishanku
This is a major vent out post. And on an issue which turns out to be, in several cases, a question on a woman’s rights, or let me term it as choice. It was yesterday during our evening walks that my mother was telling me the workplace gossip. One of her colleague’s daughter has got … Continue reading The Game Of Last Names. Anyone?
"When she bleeds, the smells I know change color. There is iron in her soul on those days. She smells like a gun." Menstruation. Periods. Aunt Flo. Blood sister. One process. Many names. Every woman quickly dons an excited avatar when asked to talk about her tryst with menstruation. I am no different from the … Continue reading Periods. Ooolala!