Date Night

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The perfect gentleman, picked me up at 7 pm, with a hug letting me whine about rains as the setting sun slowly warmed my heart, in your car   But you don’t really care, did you? About where I spent my childhood, about the passion in my voice as I spoke about synapses being beautiful   All you wanted, needed, was my body under yours, smitten, trusting your sincere eyes your hands on my breasts as I surrendered in counterfeit comfort   Heady and lightheaded, in minutes I’m out again, hair as unkempt as thoughts in the silence of the […]

What it means to be a girl in India

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So recently, I met this lady at the station. It was barely 6 am on a Tuesday morning, so I couldn’t be grumpier. Yes, I had a 7 am lecture and I did not look forward to making notes on ethics of psychological research. I stood there on the platform, looking at the indicator. Six more minutes until the train arrived. Great. There was this lady sitting on a bench, with a small little baby in her arms, fast asleep. Her husband was at a distance and he was in his own merry world. I couldn’t help but notice her […]