For My Daughter…

Dear Samirah Wish you a happy Eighteen Birthday. Hope this year brings out the best in you and teaches you many important facets of life. This letter, my gift for today, I hope, would teach you one such aspect. Do you remember the picture on your grandfather's desk? That one was taken on your fourth … Continue reading For My Daughter…

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Liberation.

He froze. A familiar music, too deeply connected to his past, wafted through the humid air. The aluminium bucket, his revered tool, slipped out of his hand. He moved himself closer to the source of the music. His Mother's lullaby, an old Subramanya Bharathi ballad, played from inside the house. He was shattered into million … Continue reading Liberation.

Resilience.

'Anokhi, Any day this week', those were Doctor saheeba's only words, accompanied by her usual reassurance,  a soft pat on my cheek. She had once professed that I had been her prettiest subject. Unsurprisingly, she had attended many young women, most of them in dire straits. My wretched state of affairs was inflicted upon me … Continue reading Resilience.