Shruti Tharayil ezhava is what i am “we were untouchables” my mother whispered when i asked where my roots go ezhava was what i …
The nameless ones (anamikas)
Jyoti Lanjewar Begging won’t get anything here not sympathy, not love A suit in court wins injustice, Tears are of no value, Getting water is …
Proscribed life
Challapalli Swarooparani Branded untouchable Even as a foetus in the womb, I was born bearing the stamp of castelessness; Identified as a whore on the …
Untouchable Rape
Challapalli Swarooparani This is untouchable Sunitha, the once-upon-a-time girl you all forgot, speaking: I address myself as untouchable because in this land just as there …
Problematizing My Existence!
Pradnya Bhim Sindhu ‘They’ decided to send ‘Us’ to a procession, It was against the Police, they had beaten a ‘minor girl’, ‘We’ reached there …
Don’t cry for me
Cynthia Stephen Don’t cry for me. Don’t cry for me. Anonymous I may be to you, but I have a name, a self. I too …
Small Towns And The River
Mamang Dai Small towns always remind me of death. My hometown lies calmly amidst the trees, it is always the same, in summer or winter, …
Wrap me in a raindrop flowered sari
Jupaka Subhadra Where did you go, dark clouded rainwallah? Haven’t heard from you in so many days Didn’t know whether you had died Or were alive …
Laddaafni by Shahjahana
I was born in a Turk* home because I was a kismetwali, they said, as if I had grabbed an unattainable good fortune and …