'Maybe all of life is yearning, to feel the same way you felt at 13, never knowing that sometimes dreams wilt away in the heat.'
'Aren't we dangerously straddling the very thin line between fervent devotion and crazy fanaticism?'
'Mumma dresses up in shimmery clothes, and paints her lips bright red.'
A poem on how all routine kitchen duties invariably fall into the hands of the women of the house.
A poem on the echoes resounding in a feminist mind.