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August 26, 2010

The weight of silence

By Divya Rajan

Your scarf spoke nine tongues.
I failed to know the purpose, seek the language
of splinters, shards, lazy salsas.
I thought the skies bowed to you even
as they turned mauve. Awe
filled my lungs, I breathed.
Shards slow danced, I felt your smile.
It smelt of something else.
Your ducking shadows traded with liquid limelight.
*******
“You were born to silence”, sang [...]

July 21, 2010

Infantile Shortshrift

INDIA HAS NO law to criminalize child sexual abuse (CSA). The Prevention of Offences against Children Bill was drafted in 2005, but it has been in the cold storage despite the setting up of the Commission on the Protection of Child Rights in the same year. On a wave of moral panic after the Ruchira [...]

July 07, 2010

Wanting It

WERE I 17 AND A POT OF MUSH, “those three words” would mean something entirely different. But as an almost-32- year-old (ooh, how I love announcing an upcoming birthday ) who has seen a bit of life and the world, the three words that get a rise out of me are these: What [...]

May 25, 2010

A Sporty Conversation on Gender in the Academy

HERE’S A PART IMAGINARY, part real email thread of conversations among faculty members at an elite law university in India. Two developments are being discussed simultaneously – one is a weekly cricket match, and the second is the establishment of a women-only Women’s Law Society. The names of participants in the conversation have been changed [...]

May 17, 2010

Napkin

By Sankari (translated by Anu Roy)

EVERYONE IS SYMPATHETIC of a pregnant woman. But in my opinion, pregnancy is only a 10-month torment which might happen once or twice in a woman’s life. On the other hand, the torment a woman goes through each month when she is not pregnant is a life sentence. Freedom, Stayfree, [...]

March 20, 2010

Good Girls Keep Their Legs Together

MY PIANO TEACHER LIVED two floors below us. A large lady with a stentorian voice and glasses dangling on her ample bosom, she caressed the ivories with a passion most teenagers reserve for romps in the hay. Single and living alone, music was her life and her students her family. That she was a stellar [...]

January 01, 2010

Two poems by Susan Kiguli

By Susan Kiguli

Mothers Sing a Lullaby
(after the 1994 Rwandan genocide)
Mothers sing a lullaby
As the dark descends on trees
Shutting out shadows.
The sensuous voices swish and swirl
Around shrubs and overgrown grass
Hiding mountains of decapitated dead
And the glint of machetes
That slashed shrieking throats.
In these camps without happiness
Mothers maintain the melody of life
Capturing wistful wind
To sing strength into [...]

November 19, 2009

Thoughts on Eve Ensler’s “I am an Emotional Creature”

THE AUDIENCE WAS FLUSH WITH estrogen, but had a heartening dose of the Y chromosome. I wondered if the cocktail reception that preceded the event was a marketing ploy or a genuine attempt to fortify our spirits for what was to come. I found out soon enough.
The world premiere of Eve Ensler’s ‘I Am An [...]

November 16, 2009

Dirty Picture

By Sanyukta Saha
IQBAL HASAN’S PAINTING of a young woman sitting on a chair with an older woman standing beside her makes for the cover of Anuradha Marwah’s third and latest novel Dirty Picture. As a reader and someone who has seen these paintings in a plush Lahore restaurant called The Cuckoo’s [...]

October 22, 2009

Single in the City

By Ramapriya Gopalakrishnan

Leafing through pictures mailed by a friend, I find one of me on the beach laughing uninhibitedly with my hair streaming in the wind, and I smile to myself thinking ‘this is so me.’ I am a single woman in her thirties, have never been married and have no ‘special [...]