She

She envies people who look back at their childhood with nostalgia . For her it is a period that she keeps locked away in the darkest dungeons of her memory. She does revisit it sometimes – To draw lessons from it to teach her children , to empathize with troubled people she meets and sometimes…

The Dress can be ‘Garbaged’

Couple of years back about this time I was raving and ranting about M leaving. It was all I could talk about or think about or ‘anything’ about. Two years hence I am ‘quieter’ ‘saner’ and infinitely ‘wiser’.

Which is to say…

Don’t put the Blame on me …

  my insides hurt they pain and cramp and ache and strain the memory of what you did I was six just  a child and I loved you wild with you I felt safe protected cared for. but that touch was that justified? this must be the way its done loving and caring and protecting….

Another girl! Another headline!!

Here, I go again just three months old this time how many of me will have to go before there is an end to this crime who’s fault is it I ask My Mom’s? too vulnerable herself to protect me My dad’s socialized by his “world” to not love me the governments that don’t care…

Weekly Photo Challenge: (Arrange)

Arrange that cupboard says my mother Foaming at the mouth Sheepishly I scuttle to put it in order My twin brother plays Arrange the lunch, calls out my mom As she leaves for the field I drag myself out of my nap, my lovely dream My brother plays Cricket Arrange the bed says my mom…