Trans women are women. Period.

The world has always found ways to narrow down the definition of a woman. If one is too fat to be a real woman, another is too skinny. If one is too aggressive, another is much too coy. It is absurd that something as basic as who someone is, must be defined by qualities they should…

A silent storm: Irom Sharmila

“Irom fasted for 16 long years, in the hope that her suffering would bring change. She broke her fast last year when she realized that she needed to find another way in the face of the establishment’s indifference. She contested elections this month and received only 90 votes, as opposed to her opponent, Okram Ibobi Singh,…

The Absurdity of International Women’s Day

I am a fantasy of your lonely nights, Two breasts and a butt; A hole to fuck, For all days of the year but one. My intellect is a mark Of my unattractive androgyny. My sass is too ugly. Your macho instincts need A coy little lamb, For all days of the year but this….

The Handmaiden of Hari: Meerabai

“Unbreakable, O Lord,  Is the love  That binds me to You:  Like a diamond,  It breaks the hammer that strikes it.  My heart goes into You  As the polish goes into the gold.  As the lotus lives in its water,  I live in You.  Like the bird  That gazes all night  At the passing moon, …

A healer of history’s wounds: Florence Nightingale

I was seven when I first heard of her. There was a short story in my Hindi language reader, about a young girl who nursed a sick puppy back to health. The illustration was of a little girl with pigtails, wearing a red dress. And the book said that she was on her way home…

A Teacher of Imagination: Enid Blyton

  I remember thinking about passing my good turn to someone, after reading Enid Blyton’s story, ‘The Good Turn.’ I was eleven, and I was in love with my new favorite author. I read all the stories from The Eight O’Clock Tales to my little sister who was only four. And even though I don’t think…