Tag Archives: Woman

Broken Wings (Fin)

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Continued from Broken Wings (I) and Broken Wings (II) A week after her elder sister had been married off, he had forced himself on her. She took her sister’s place who was his ‘plaything’ before Malti. He had formed an incestuous relation with his first daughter even before the child had turned ten. In that sense, Malti was luckier. She… Read more »

Broken Wings (II)

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Continued from Broken Wings (I) Raj and Meera were school teachers. They also conducted private coaching classes for which they used the old house where Meera’s mother used to live before she passed away.  Opposite that house was where Malti lived with her family. Malti had a father, a step-mother, an older sister who was married and a younger brother…. Read more »

Broken Wings (I)

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She was a painfully thin girl. That’s the first thing I remember about her. The rest of the things I remember have mashed together into one huge ball of raw pain. I never wanted to remember any of them, but I do. Oh, but I am telling you the story from the wrong end! Let me begin at the beginning…. Read more »

Song Of Luminescence

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I am a little uptight. The lady I want to introduce to you today is so precious that I am afraid to choose the words which will form the strokes of my brush as I define her, lest they fall short. Yet, I know they will fall short. What words can contain this woman? Sridevi Dutta is poetess. The truth… Read more »

How Do You Define Yourself

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The first time I saw Janaki Nagraj’s profile photo on Facebook, I saw a woman with gentle, doe- eyes. A beautiful shy smile, eyes looking at a vision of her own and a countenance that bespoke a calm, restful disposition. Chiding myself for my fanciful assumptions, I decided to wait for a bit before I drew any conclusions. Now, almost… Read more »

White Noise

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    White noise. A silence which is total, yet not empty.   The man frowned, concentrating hard, unable to read on. He put the book down in his lap and stared into space, brow furrowed deeply. What did it mean, ‘not empty’..? How could an expression like that be applied to a thing like silence…? Silence was defined as… Read more »

The Hulchul

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Lover of English Language Irrepressible. That’s the first word that comes into my mind when I think of her. Utterly… impossibly… irrepressible. Where do I start..? I know you will call me audaciously ambitious and you will not be wrong. But I will try still, to hold a tornado in the palm of my hand…. to contain the vastness of… Read more »