The Grief of Recognition: When Mothers, Wives, and Women Disappear Into Duty

I always thought grief required a death, a separation, some clear rupture. So when I sat down to write about grief today, I hesitated. What right did I have? But grief, can also be the ache of finally seeing clearly; Of recognizing yourself in the women you once failed to understand. Despite the perfect December … Continue reading The Grief of Recognition: When Mothers, Wives, and Women Disappear Into Duty

What do you do the entire day?

I thought this was the patented question meant for homemakers. Very misplaced and ignorant, but a popular one nevertheless. My mother has been one, and I always felt sad for her, hence decided, whatever happens, I cannot be a homemaker. Not because it's easy, lazy, or comfortable, but because it's the hardest thing to do … Continue reading What do you do the entire day?

I Am Alive

Flipping through the old diariesReading out the old poemsListening to the old voicesI feel nostalgic Helpless I feelsometimes to such an extentThat the very word seemsto be trivial to me I swear I always triedtill there were tears in my eyesand i know i could not make anyone believewhat my life has always meant to … Continue reading I Am Alive