went to one cafe in kozhikode mostly empty except for the owner working on his macbook, then two other guys entered and told him 'ikka, let's have some story telling' then the owner told them a 20 min story, then they paid him INR 200 and left
Every man I know, have met, in this life that I am currently living, which needs to be emphasized, has learnt to use feminism to further advantage himself instead of improving his treatment of women or their living conditions. Feminism has given a world of life to this society.
My sarcastic reaction to our local poetry cafe receiving an 11 book collection on Indian History, its authenticity remains to be checked.
For years there have been competitive jobs in analytics with women's organizations, but no straight cis-men apply to it. +
I have failed at being a perfect Bharatiya Naari, an obedient subject of this nation. This is not an issue of representation, equality, or even safety. It is a remark on this quality of life which has been denied to us by men, who we regretfully sometimes believe to have loved.
Happy Birthday Margaret Drabble! She came to a reading I was a part of once and we chatted after. She asked about my name and I replied with a vague apology for its complexity due to its Irish origin. She responded, "Well, at least your surname isn't a word for prostitute!"
Mother cries. Grandfather escapes. There's a dance move we all know. Fischer teaches mathematics, I learn the move. Find a dry pair of cigarettes in a wet wash basin. The toilet flush is clogged.
Agony of the small mind/Culprit of the old Gaol/Clutching Havoc in its lips/Pecking the carcass of Hubris/Licking the wounds of Failure/Seraphim upon a dangled threat/Aggressed/A rabid sickness concealing its poisoned Blood/To be murdered by its own depravity/Devouring itself.