Stories of everyday women, real women, who hide their
identity, their femininity, their weaknesses and desires
behind the layers of commitment, duties, social obligations
Nita looked at her watch, today she was again going to get late for the office. In spite of trying hard every day to wake up earlier than usual, she would still run out of time. Hurriedly, she kept…...
There was nothing, no hole between her legs. It was all sealed, like a dead-end. How was that even possible, they wondered aloud while the girl kept lying on the ground with some mock satisfaction …...
Everyone called her Amma with love, be it a child of three years or someone older than her. With her toothless grin, wrinkled face and flowing cotton saree, she completed the picture of a fairytale…...
Durga was never conscious of these ‘Sins’, a debt being a woman, until she got married. It was never some weakness that she was ever ashamed of, like those black polythene bags shopkeepers use to ...