I understood that people who shamed my dark skin were also the people who were so unsure of their own mettle, unaware of their own prowess.
I was made aware that my partner Aritra Sengupta physically abuses women. He had been doing this throughout the course of our relationship, to women, all younger than me.
The rejection of dresses and long hair as a little girl was the period which marked the beginning of the label tomboy being used to describe me.
When you are conditioned to treat motherhood as the norm, the lines between conscious choice and subconscious conditioning blur.
My mother never said a word about equality and yet, brought up a son and a daughter, with equal measures of love and self-confidence.
Though I understand that it is the constructed nature of desire that has made people ask questions about other’s choices, but it hurts sometimes.
By “relationships”, we mean only one relationship, which is that of romantic lover or spouse, by “family” we understand only one format, comprising a couple and their children.
Period-shaming women is a patriarchal sport, anything exclusive to women becomes gross and becomes another reason to oppress them.
The festival of Holi has now snowballed into a site of commonplace harassment and street sexual harassment.
When motherhood becomes prescriptive and a single formulaic cult to judge middle-class womanhood, morality and a woman’s entire character, it becomes scary.