Goddesses #5: Anamika

You wake up in the morning. It is warm. The sun melts in at the window. Muffled drums echo through the houses. It is shashti, the sixth day of the goddess. You wake up sad-eyed, miserable-tongued, and chide yourself for being abyss-minded. You call on your mother, you find her excited, dressed in a sari,…

Goddesses #2: Kanya

                           A deep breath. She scrounged for air in all the wrong places, where she could not find any.   What about angels? She had none, or so she believed.   What about love? She found it, for a brief moment in time….

Goddesses #1: Jara

    Crisp, white hair and an ivory salwaar kameez; she looked out-of-place in that over-crowded general compartment of the evening train. How she managed to find enough space for herself as well as her small duffel bag, is beyond me. People were everywhere, arms poking out towards the roof to desperately hold on to…

Of Goddesses

Hello. It’s been a while. And I have missed you so, so much. “You” being the hypothetical audience I imagine I’m talking to when I write here. You realise that I have no actual proof you exist, right? But I prefer Schrodinger’s thought-process here, choosing to look on the optimistic side of it: you do…