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Day by Day, My Mother Is Ageing
Perhaps I will grow to become a woman and age to become a mother and I’ll die to prove myself as a mortal.
A Study on Aai and Her Motherhood
'To think that I spent three quarters of a year inside her belly. Breathing inside her. Moving inside her. Becoming inside her.'
How To Be Gentle, to My Son in the Past
This poem is a vocalization of the internal and external voices that played into the poet's body as she interacted with her newborn grandchild.
A Biology Teacher Writes: The Annual Charm of Teaching the Reproductive System
Year after year, the class often gets distracted while I explain plant tissues. But the reproductive system class goes on perfectly, as if in another dimension.
Depression Through the Eyes of a Naive Child
The person that I loved and adored the most in the world was suffering, and I was a helpless onlooker.
My Mother Is Growing On Me
The poet tries to make sense of his relationship with his mother.
Of Maa and Her Movies
'It is about the sophistication she tries to buy, with her wardrobe full of muted, monochrome tussar sarees and the mid-length blouse pieces to wear on the body she …
To Mothers Who Do Not Want to Mother
An empathetic letter to the exhausted mother, and to to the mother who does not want to mother.
Naani Takes Over the Narrative
A personal essay on the life and struggles of women in large households, and how their labour is often overlooked.