I read the banner, "You can be the next one!", it says, and I know I can’t.
The poem outlines the frustration, exhaustion and anxiety of a student in anticipation of their board exams; encompassed by familial and societal pressure, as they seek to find composure.
A poem on family support and the adversities blown our way over the course of our lives.
A poem on how Indian society sees the working, urban, single woman.
I dream of a world where people understand that just because I have the parts to make a baby, doesn’t mean I ought to.
A poem about dealing with society's expectations and the chaos within.
It would be much easier to not be married if people around us weren’t.