I wish my legal alma mater listens and eradicates its ego that fears Dalit student voices. It needs to walk the talk.
Being absent from classes on the pretext of being in border areas has become an infamous cult – both in the villages and in the town.
I, too, was raised with tuitions, poojos, curfews and discipline – that made me question my self-worth.
Even though I am 20, I hardly ever wish to go out. It is not travel, it’s war.
My great-grandmothers tell me that the struggle to find my own happiness is no less heroic than tales of women who fought wars or went to space.
I don't want to live a productive life if it means giving up my joy.