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Criticism and judgemental comments are doled out in abundance towards women who question gender identity and roles. It requires huge self belief for women to stand their ground on gender equality dialogues.…

Do Not Soak Up The Bloody Mess In Silence

I was 11 when I noticed blood between my legs. My first reaction was horror and the second was, maybe I am now eligible to join the club of the high school…

Iruway Should Be On the Runway

Grass is always greener on the other side and in some cases, it is greener and dreamier by your side. The majestic Devarayanadurga Mountains were looming ahead as I navigated my way…

The Lost Rainbow On The Horizon

It was the rain-drenched hills ahead that soaked my soul in the quest of me. The mountains were not visible any longer as the rain poured unhindered against the damp moss-covered hills.…

The Defiant Devi

As I walk out into the burning scorching sun of the summer Calcutta home, I leave my trail of the sari palla falling and failing behind me. I failed as a woman…

A Woman’s Voice In India

The campaigning and the constant whatsapp forwards for the upcoming 2019 Indian general elections, to constitute the 17th Lok Sabha is on full swing. We are anticipating the results for counting on…

Amruta Dongray’s Abundance Of Amrud

I was navigating my path ahead with trepidation. I knew all along nothing about this relationship was okay. It was a narcissistic, mind-numbing experience. It always a game of who won that…

Moments Of Epiphany

As I looked out of the window, the strong iron bars that went crisscross over the mesh stopped me from forcing myself out of that boundary into the horizon. This had become…

Pug Marks on The Moist Kumaon Hills

The Himalayan Writing Retreat is nestled between mist smeared mountains and the elusive Himalayas. Mountains covered in snow with the sunlight streaming through the magnanimity of the forces of nature. I found…

No Chains Can Chain Me No Cage Can Capture Me

I just switched off the pause button inside my head. The unbridled thoughts of years came gushing out like river that been halted midway in its mad flow. The big wall that stopped the…

Our Hearts Sings The Same Tune

Winter vacations meant travelling with Ma & Dadu to Delhi. The harsh winter months were the time when Ma would take leave to go into the familiarity of her childhood city. To…

Desire Has No Gender

She heard the car pull up. She heard his footsteps as he approached her room.  She hurriedly put on her bra and a worn out kurta. A dependable wife. A doting mother.…