A feminist who writes not much about feminism. Sorta very emotional. Wouldn't run a marathon, but could settle with a book and a cup of coffee.
“And I says to her, I like people, ya know? Not in-de-vedge-you-ally, but in the background. I enjoy seeing ’em in the evenings, it’s nice to see couples walking around, kids with their parents. Now, when it comes to large gatherings, you’ll never see me there! I always say that I’m sick and coming down … More Tea with Beatrice
The sweet, heady smell of mangoes filled her up with a lazy kind of joy. Droplets of sweat were taking root in the crevices of her body. She lifted her face to gaze at the lithe morning sky, burning with the anticipation of something that she could not quite fathom. She took a sip of … More Summer Slumber
light breeze, peaceful plays gracefully light blues, pinks sublime smooth waves of freshness, lavender hues waft through open windows of the soul giving comfort serenity
A modicum of doubtA modicum of worryMight just pull youInto a rather thick curry Of thoughts and regretsOf things already doneOr too much planningFor the things yet to come Lost, lostIn a tumultuous worldTossed aroundCan’t be brought back in a whirl But, tell me dear friendFor surely as doubt can turn into poisonous rainCan’t a … More Be Kind to Your Mind
“Run!” she cried. “Run!” Gunshots. She woke up in a cold sweat, shivering. “Hey honey.” “Hey dad.” “You look tired.” “Yeah. I had a nightmare again.” “The same one?” “Yeah.” She trembled involuntarily. “Where’s mom?” “Still sleeping. So is your brother.” She looked out the window. The sky was a lovely mauve, the lavender of … More This color of skin
Originally posted on thefeministwriterwhogoesmeh:
I randomly walk around the kitchen, bugging my mom to let me see and smell what she is cooking. After much coaxing, she finally lifts the plate covering the kadhai, and the aroma of freshly cooked paneer bhurji hits my nostrils and floods me with memories of my younger years. How…
Originally posted on Plus and Minus:
Feminism is a term that refers to the equality of the sexes. Over the years, it’s acquired different connotations, negative and positive. It’s very easy to laugh off the radicality of 21st century feminism. It’s difficult to face the harsh realities that both men and women have to face,…
Originally posted on Plus and Minus:
Society consists of a crude and relative homogeneity of some interesting ideals: some designed to protect, and others designed to encroach. Read into that what you will.? One of these societal ideals is the argument about decency. The standard of decency is widely agreed upon, traditionally. There are standards…
drowning. drowning in a pool infested by thoughts. swishing, pulling, fish-like. colorful. blinding. stop. What am I? i am everything that i am made of. no, not just the body that ever-beating heart the never stopping mind. i am everything that i have experienced. i am everything that i own. i am my virtues, i … More drowning.
I am in a beautiful mood right now. I had some lovely pasta and I discovered a new song, something that I don’t do very often, and when I do, it’s generally not to my taste. However, this time, I seem to have hit the jackpot! This fabulous song is ‘joyride’ by Mysie. Ah! I … More Pasta la vista, baby!
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