memory
दो कविताएं – हवेली आधुनिकता के आवरण में क्षयग्रस्त पारंपरिक पुरुषत्व को दर्शाती है, जबकि चारपाई कठोर और लचीली अभिव्यक्तियों के बीच विरोधाभास प्रस्तुत करती है, जहां जो जिस चारपाई पर बैठते हैं, उसके गुणों को अपनाते हैं, जो भिन्न-भिन्न पुरुषवादी पहचानों का प्रतीक है।
Sudha ji’s indomitable spirit made me question if I was settling down for too little, if there was more that I should ask for, and if there is more that I deserve.
Paromitar Ek Din is a study in female subjectivity – it is essentially a woman telling the story (or rather, recollecting the story) of another woman, and reflecting upon themes of sexuality, oppression, and gender-based discrimination.
Words weren’t always needed – we were content in each other’s quiet company, letting stillness speak. It took me years to realise that their home was my first classroom, and love was the language we spoke.
If not for these memories, my exploration of sexuality would perhaps have stopped a few years ago, when I was single for a long time and didn’t know if I could find someone like me.
If not for these memories, my exploration of sexuality would perhaps have stopped a few years ago, when I was single for a long time and didn’t know if I could find someone like me.
Historically, morality has been a privilege of the Savarna, and sexuality has been the fort that Savarna men seek to protect through patriarchy.
In our mid-month issue we have an interesting medley of articles many of which talk about the memory of and in the body. Rashi Kapoor presents a therapist’s perspective on body memory and healing, Debanuj Das Gupta offers us a deeply personal and political insight into AIDS, melancholia and queer memory…
Today I told him that rain wasn’t from evaporation or condensation. I said clouds cried because they missed water so much.
By creating a safe space to discuss these issues [of sexual abuse] and acknowledging these experiences, we can find a way to address the root cause and move forward in our healing process.
Emma Krenzer, a 19-year-old student has made waves with her art project, creating a map showing the lasting impact of human touch.
“I was not a wanted child. Of course I am a girl, and that explains it. It’s like no one really cares if I exist. My brothers are useless, but they are everything to them(her parents). It’s not like he (her lover) needs me either; I still take food for him everyday.”