Just the other day I shared a very powerful poem ‘Half World’ by a Telugu poet, and here I am today, sharing yet another AMAZING piece by a Tamil writer K. Geeta. Again I had to find the translation in English to read it, but here it goes. The Time I’m My Period. (I am… Read More The Time I’m My Period.
Hello fellow bloggers and readers, Today, I am thrilled. The only reason for this is, a dear fellow blogger, PSEUDOMONAZ had invited me to write a Guest Blog Post for her page, and she has accepted and published my simple and very plain thoughts. She has a category “On the other side of silence’ where she posts… Read More The Subtle Irony Of Being A Woman!
Reading Indian Writing, I came across a wonderful Telugu poem. Unfortunately my lack of knowledge in language, forced me to read the English translation. Nonetheless, it definitely reached my favourites. I could not find it over the internet, but I take the liberty to share the translation here, which I found in a Pdf file.… Read More Half World!
I read this following poem time and again, very often, so often that by now I have most of the lines by heart and yet I do not get enough of it. How can I? Because every time I read this, it gives me, well I won’t say new insight but the very same old… Read More Re-visiting; Re-reading.
I have been recently nominated for “Three Day Quote challenge” by the_aestheticspirit from- https://ecstacy49.wordpress.com and Natasha Tungare from- https://natashatungare.wordpress.com The quote I am going to share is something that I read recently and have no idea as to who has written it, but I must say that I stand by it, 100000%. Some might agree with me, and some… Read More Three Day Quote Challenge; Day1.
Preparing an essay on feminism I came across something which made me thinking, well, a lot of thinking happened after this. Nothing new, right? That is usually me, who keeps thinking on anything and everything. So this is what I read today, a simple description on how women are depressed and what Friedan writes- “I’ve… Read More “Who am I?”
We were just sitting at the tea table, sipping some tea when the conversation began between me and my mother. Of course I don’t remember how it started, but it ended quite abruptly and not in good terms. And I will admit from the beginning that I might not have been the sweetest and the… Read More The Last Name Drama