I am ‘She’. ‘She’ who no one dreams to be. ’She’ no one talks about. ‘She’ no one wants to know about. ‘She’ who lives amongst all of you, known by all of you, yet has no name in the society except the ones chosen to humiliate me. I am Chameli, Sheila, Munni, all that… Read More She
A photograph is worth a thousand words. But what about the other thousands of words it leaves behind? What about the thousands of feelings which the photograph transforms according to its own convenience? What about the isolation that a photograph creates around the subject? What is to the right? What is to the left? What… Read More Framed
She was dark, Flawless Like the midnight With eyes, Like stars shining In a clear sky. The only lines that the creator ever drew on Her, were on the palms. Lines that ran like chains, lines that criss-crossed, over-lapped and ran across the length and breadth of her palms snaking through the curves as if… Read More Lines
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