Gender
Maraa means ‘tree’ in Kannada and it is the nature of a tree that we wish to embody, with strong roots, branches in different directions, growing tall but also wilting, dying and beginning again.
[slideshow_deploy id=’5968′] Mamahood is not one size fits all. All mamas deserve to be seen and honored in cards that…
We carve strangers’ words onto our skin
like tattoos to be flaunted while hiding away
everything that we are from within.
My birthday is in May, a peak time of summer heat in the Awadh region of Uttar Pradesh. We knew that it was going to be hot, but did not have any idea of how bad it could get.
Maintaining the streak meant maintaining contact
I find that my own clothes are all just pieces of a larger archive I’m slowly constructing: an archive of the women I love, a half-hearted attempt at mimicking what I love.
By: Diksha Sanyal at the JILS Blog The National Legal Services Authority v. Union of India [Writ Petition (Civil) No. 400 of 2012] has…
When one travels as a woman or indeed as someone who is not an upper caste, middle or upper class,…
Why does the gap feel so wide no matter how much I explain, again and again, that I do not mean to hurt him… hurt any of them? I feel torn… but Amma and Appa need my help at home. Lockdown has been so damn hard.
The plot of the movie narrates the tale of the love that grows between two people who are struggling to survive in a world of rootlessness and are continuing to make a cosy home for themselves. The love between Madhu, who works as a food delivery boy, and Puti, who survives by singing at traffic signals, blossoms while they cross paths everyday at the traffic signal and the look that they exchange appears to us as if each of them is trying to find a home in the other.
In this great repository of the human collective consciousness and exposure lies a wealth of tacit knowledge of COVID-19 that is independent of the subject expert.
Change those worlds, and sexuality stops echoing limits.
I soon realised how central language is to our understanding of the world, and how language constitutes the limits and possibilities of our experiences and identities.
To be politically queer in a new language is an intoxication of all senses, revelation, outrageous freedom.
In a society that restricts one’s expression of sexuality and perpetuates patriarchal gender norms, there is little room offered for open exploration. With no Comprehensive Sexuality Education (CSE) in schools and no conversation about sexuality with parents, children are ill-equipped to navigate their puberty as adolescents, and dating and relationships as young adults.