A Hundred Embroidered Stories
A Hundred Embroidered Stories The Social Gaze: On Watching and Being Watched “Today everything exists to end in a photograph.” – Susan Sontag, On Photography Sontag’s remarks were deemed controversial in the late 70s. In the digital age of image saturation, however, she’s the disseminator of the gospel truth. Everything today from our casual interests, […]
Adorning in Solidarity
Adorning in Solidarity Adorning in Solidarity The history and politics of clothes have always been a part of the bigger socio-political picture, albeit underrepresented in the pages of history and the walls of museums. Societal norms have governed styles of clothing and other ways of adornment for ages. These patterns and trends in clothing have […]
I’ve never had anyone to love my body
I’ve never had anyone to love my body I’ve never had anyone to love my body So I’ve learned to love it myself to count the freckles scattered across my skin […]
Dreamgirl
Dreamgirl “What I miss about love is the yielding”– Kamala Das When men want me, I get caught upin the wind, the storm of it all. The urgeto fashion myself into a fantasy, so drivenby desire to make myself a memory or a storysomething without scraggly hangnails and fat thumbs—I find myself flipping my hair […]
The Women Are Looking Back in Anger
The Women Are Looking Back in Anger After John Osborne I do not sew. I write.And who else do I want to be but me?And being me is looking back at youBeing us is looking back at all of you. In anger I am almost 26 like OsborneFlames in my belly since twelveEyes dead […]
my eyes are tired, my hands dirty
my eyes are tired, my hands dirty it’s been ten years since//my dolls have been hidden under//the darkness of my bed box, my self//too scared to let the world know//that they ever were my company//because who cares for a girl who is//only meant for imagining unnecessary things//like freedom and touching the sky//and pink is ugly […]
I Have Always Wanted To Have A Poem Written About Me
I Have Always Wanted To Have A Poem Written About Me like the way I write about my gorgeous friends, theirpresence lighting up my life like a neon sign board on a windyhighway with no other cars around. Perhaps it could havebeen about the way I always choose to sit by the windowin public buses […]
Jelly bowl in front of you — What will you have?
Jelly bowl in front of you — What will you have? Jelly bowl in front of you — What will you have? There are jellies in the bowl, shaped like eyes— blue, black, green, brown— veins detached, beckoning sirens of wonder and one’s left wondering – when do we become dead bodies floating in the clouds? […]
Rain and Coffee
Rain and Coffee As lightning crackled, Claudia drew the curtains apart. She stood before the long French windows of her penthouse apartment and looked down at a wet alley. The cobblestones of the boulevard shone in the falling rain of dismal clouds. It hadn’t rained for days. She yawned and then she stretched. Across the […]
The irony of male gaze in Oo Antava
The irony of male gaze in Oo Antava Gaze. The unblinking, uncompromising set of eyes that watch you at all times while you go about your daily business in public. The persistent eyes of the auto wale bhaiya stay less on the road ahead and more at your cleavage through the rear-view mirror. The gnawing stare […]
