This poem was composed in the year 2013, after the unethical killing of Sushmita Banerjee, the inhuman rape and murder of Nirbhaya and the ruthless body shaming of Marion Bartoli. The piece was written to show solidarity with women world over and to lend my voice for the greater cause of women rights. I had …
Marks or Farce
This article is the third one in a series that talks about the issues related to the examination system in the country. It first appeared in Keekli Newspaper and can be read here. In this piece I analyze the reasons behind granting high and perfect percentages and how their likely psychological and other disadvantages. With …
Yellow Stains
There were some yellow stains on his shirt. She couldn't get them away, The detergent didn't help much She tried, anyway. "They" saw the yellow stains, Nothing could be worse! His "honour" was at stake Couldn't she have rubbed enough? Those yellow stains would stay As long as she chose her way, With her life …
An Open Letter to My Son
Dear A As I write to you today, I experience a flurry of emotions. A feeling of pride, for sure, for the young teenager that you are and also immense gratitude for the person you have come to become. You are in the final realm of your school life, and invariably you will now be …
The Mad, Mad Rush!
The “coveted” month of the Board results is here. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the annual marks fair is here and I’m already reading news of some splendid performances and thoughts on the same. As a mother of a teenage son, who will be taking the plunge in another year or so, both the results and …
The Lady with the most Unkempt Hair
Hey! You... The lady with the most unkempt hair Did you just brush off layers from those medallions up there? I'm talking to you.... My lady...with the most unkempt hair. Can you put aside your ladle for a little while and lend me an ear... A stolen moment... What? Don’t tell me now that the …
A Hundred Quills 