My feminist identity and my feminist marriage coexist and do so wonderfully, despite the judgment I faced for marrying early!
Having my head shaven was an amazingly liberating feeling. It made me experience a high of being totally free in that moment.
All the brown women in me are tired. The one who is Indian, the fraud Indian, the never-good-enough Indian, the single Indian, the atheist traitor. I neither belong at home nor outside. I am tired of telling my stories again and again, not the stories about me but the ones about the Indian woman in me.
Patriarchy is afraid of a ‘little’ length. Whether it is short hair or short skirts, society always wants us women to keep it long. Too bad.
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.
Took me years to peel off your words from my skin. Took me years to rub the roses off my eyes and see the red flags as they were. Took me years to learn oral sex isn't terrible, rape is. And that is what it was.
When people whose very duty is to protect the citizens, fail to do the basic minimum, who do I turn to? What happens to women complainants in our society?
You don't need a man to support you or your child, you are equally capable of raising a child as a single mother.
In-laws envisage the hapless bahu to behave like a robot, silently obey orders of elders, keep their mouths shut and give birth to sons.
Women with resting bitch face have been accused of "having a face" that doesn't sit well with feminine demeanour and male expectations of femininity.