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Tram Line 28

We boarded the famous route on a busy Sunday evening full of christmas shoppers. The driver asked everyone to move down and make room. The tram manuvered its way through the steep and winding streets of Lisbon. Sometimes, the tram had to halt with the load of passengers. I sat in a corner looking out, admiring the 1930s tram line […]

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#Metoo, Me three, Me fourLet the silences unschackle and make a way for an outpour. That brutal gaze, that unwanted touch, those lewd remarks,With a sly smile, mock laughter or those numerous fake pleas. In dark alleys, on morning runs,in a broad daylight bazaar, amidst ganpati processions. That builder in slippers on the train , the whats his name lad drowning in perfume at the bar, the man in a suit with a fancy car. Empty promises, emotional blackmail or unwarranted threats,Sober or drunk, in isolation or crowded streets. My chiffon sari, my friend’s floral dress, my sisters short skirtWill tell you the same story of vulnerability,Of burning rage, of unspoken words, of moral guilt trips, of repressed shame.Ofcourse, the person responsible wasOnly Me. With no safe place to disclose, hush your tone, what will They think, it happens, you will fall flat on your nose. Time we address a change and create an uproar.Because it has been MeToo, Me Three and Me Four. 17 October 2017

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An Ode to Summer of 2017

Please Stay!Don’t leave now,your warm tenderness.The many a picnics, sweet berries and stories spun on a glorious day.Of yellow linen dresses and stolen caresses,As my eyes twinkle in your bewitching mellow rays.Blue clear skies which pierce my carefree soul,the taste of mint o choco cream,as I humm your songon the crisp evening stroll.I know Autumn beckons with its promise of […]

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