[ad_1] A woman named Masarat lived in Phuphee’s village. She wasn’t originally from there, but had married the local school master. I must have been around nine or 10 when she came to the village as a young bride. I remember she gave me a handful of nuts when I went to see her with […]
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[ad_1] ‘People who fear making mistakes eventually become afraid to even try anything, and those people die much earlier than their actual death. ‘ | Photo Credit: Illustration: Zainab Tambawalla I was five years old when a teacher slapped me on the face for accidentally breaking a flower vase in the classroom. I remember it was […]
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[ad_1] Sometimes in life, you witness events that you are not physically a part of, but they change you in ways that you are no longer who you were before | Photo Credit: Illustration: Zainab Tambawalla In a conflict torn place called Kashmir, a village rests quietly amidst the mountains, the dense forests and the […]
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[ad_1] It is a warm July morning. We have a few days off school, and I have been sent to Phuphee’s house. When I stay with her, she always lets me sleep next to her because she knows I am terrified of sleeping on my own. Phuphee’s room has two sets of windows, both on […]
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[ad_1] For as long as I had known Phuphee, nothing got under her skin as much as the fact that she had been unable to continue her education after sixth grade — but when her grandfather died there was simply no money. This explained why she came down on me like a ton of bricks […]
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[ad_1] “Sometimes it is harder to grieve for those whom we have not loved because, for some strange reason, we feel that having loved deeply equals to being allowed to grieve deeply.” | Photo Credit: Illustration by Priya Sebastian Aunty Nusrat wasn’t someone I spent a lot of time with. I met her, or rather […]
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[ad_1] Years ago, I read in a lady’s magazine, on the front cover of which was splashed a beautiful woman with lacquered nail varnish on her hands, showing off a freshly-baked cake, ‘Clever ladies take stock at forty.’ Inside, it was explained by a gentleman who described himself as an expert in femininity, that a […]
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[ad_1] “It is hard work being a woman and I say work because being a woman means working. Your worth is always decided by your ability to do certain things.” | Photo Credit: Illustration by Priya Sebastian “Have you heard about the cow who kept losing her calves?” Phuphee asked. “No,” I said. “What happened […]
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