Once again Draupadi finds herself Face to Face With Dushasanas…! That still prowl in this land, With new faces and new names! (But with same perverted minds) …………… Once again She finds herself Abandoned by The Bhishmas Sitting on high thrones Wringing their hands In impotent silence! …………………………….. Once again, She finds herself A […]
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Square One..
And it starts again. Smriti Irani waving soap operatic fingers. Sanjay Raut blaming it all on Bangladeshi immigrants.Ministers reducing rape to rhetoric, screaming at each other in Rajya Sabha. People on the streets waving banners. Mumbai being labelled as a city of Maximum Horror just as Delhi was named the Rape Capital after the Nirbhaya […]
The Colour of Injustice
I’m not a black mother or a white mother. I’m just a mother. I’m not a black person or a white person. I’m just a person. With a beating heart that can break. With blood that runs through my veins. With a sense of right and wrong etched deep in my psyche. The very same […]
Another Tragedy, Foretold
Let us call her Divya. Because that is her name. And this is not a story that merits a ‘name changed to protect identity’ clause. Divya lived in a small town and was studying to be a nurse. And had the same dreams for her life like any other 21-year-old – a good job, a decent […]
The Wound And The Light
My best friend messaged me one fine morning , “Why haven’t you written anything in so long?” I replied that I haven’t had an experience worth sharing in a while. However I did inform her that I was on an active look out for a story and perhaps my upcoming travel plans would be of […]
Metro Stories: Barefoot And Angry
Note from the editor: Unboxed Writers had published an episode in an auto a few weeks back and had solicited readers for anecdotes about difficult situations they may have faced while commuting in their cities. We are publishing here a story by a reader, Sindhu Rao K S. This is her story in her words. […]
The Question of Safety
Long minutes, maybe a few hours were spent this week in the heart of a police station where I for the first time witnessed the daily workings of a place we usually associate with dark images of intimidation, apathy and incompetence, especially if you are a woman with a complaint. This one was surprisingly..for want […]
Today The Gods Were Watching..
The memories of being beaten up in a Bangalore bus in 1995 have faded away. Bangalore to me is a safe city where I have moved around freely without being conscious of my clothes and have worked late hours as well. But yes, the sense of personal safety any city gives a woman can shatter […]
Of Sarabjit, Gudiya, Nirbhaya….
I have tried not to write, after the hopeless events in December 2012, when along with an enraged India, I last reacted to the brutal rape of an innocent girl in New Delhi, in broad urban limelight. The hopelessness that grips me is unbearable as I watch some leaders of the nation promise action and swear punishment to the […]
The League of Extraordinary Actors
The Delhi Police Commissioner Neeraj Kumar missed his vocation in life. He should have been a performer. From what little we can make out from his wooden expression, whenever he appears on television to participate in well orchestrated press conferences, he would have turned out to be a terrible actor. But how does that […]
Bangalore: Of Terror and Gentleness
The following piece was written post a series of blasts in Bangalore in 2008..today another bomb attack in the city refreshed the horror.. Terrorism kills more than just people. It blasts to bloody pieces, our faith in the ultimate rightness of all things and in the idea that life is beautiful. It shatters […]
1984: Hope Smoulders
I do not know if this matters. If anything matters. Especially when close to 4000 lives did not matter. When the survivors who were left behind to mourn them and battle an implacable system, did not matter. Have not mattered for over 29 years. Today the news that Congress leader Jagdish Tytler “may be in […]