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  photo source: susted.com On an ordinary day. On the sidewalk of an empty highway. Zora stood thinking of her home in a remote village in Africa.  Compared to the city she was in, her village and her home were crowded; richly, she thought.  Her family had cows, sheep, chickens, dogs, and cats.  The mornings like these were never silent there. The cacophony of meows, coos, clucks, bow-wows and moos; thinking of which, a smile appeared on her face. Ah, the smell of those mornings! She mused. She tried to picture in her mind, her favourite dog, Abiba, chasing a chicken. In the car that passed Zora on the highway, was a girl, Chunhua, from China, a medical student, who sat thinking of her forthcoming vacation in Africa.  She closed her eyes and saw a dog chasing a chicken and a girl running after the dog, calling out loud, ‘Abiba, Abiba!”  She was surprised, "I never used to have such strange yet specific thoughts before. Something odd is happening to me."...

The Kitten

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  photo source: publicdomainpictures.net The kitten was feeling lonely.  Soon after her mother gave birth, she and her two siblings were thrown away.  The family was averse to animals living inside their home.  The mother cat had chosen a cardboard box below the staircase as its labour room.  The house owners took the 3 kittens immediately after they opened their eyes and saw the world, and put them in the narrow lane that led to another house nearby.  The kittens soon landed in their second home.  They did not have the skill to drink milk from a plate or bowl, and trying to do that, two of the kittens caught a severe chest infection and died in two days.  The third one, a beautiful black female, survived. She looked around.  A dog, just beyond the age of being called a puppy, was sleeping nearby.  She decided to play with him and poked his nose with her little claws.  The puppy woke up and also seemed to be pleased by the invitatio...

The Life of Women in India: Gender Chronicles: Part 1

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photo source: flickr.com Domesticated and Powerless These are sketches of the lives of Indian women, how their lives still are not their own and how they navigate the man’s world. Irrespective of religion, caste or regional differences, an average housewife in India wakes up very early and makes tea or coffee for the entire family first.  If she is a housewife, she must cook for the children and the adults in the family.  Husbands and other male adults in the family would be seen sipping their morning tea or coffee sitting in a chair on the front verandah and reading the newspaper in perfect reverie.  The wife never gets a chance to sit like that, relax, or read a newspaper, as the first thing in the morning.  She could be seen running around in the house, scolding children and being scolded by her husband.  The gender division is deep-rooted and woven into the fabric of domestic life.  It is so naturalised that no one finds anything odd about it. Often, ma...

When the Trees Walked

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photo source: flickr.com “Please, come back. We will take good care of you. We always have..,” I am pleading to the sprawling Mahogany tree that had walked away from our plot. Now, it is standing about 5 kilometres from our place.  Wait; did I forget to tell you I live on a planet where trees walk? Yes, that is true.  The Mahogany tree is not listening to me. He just stands there waving his branches in defiance. It is quite understandable that he is angry. One of his strong branches was cut off and taken away by a thief in the night and now he thinks we did not take good care of him.  “You are not supposed to be illogical like us, humans,” I try to reason with him, “we had this fence built around our farm more to protect you people than us.” I think he understands. His leaves, which were perking up till then, drooped a little.   Of course, you might have understood by now that they do not speak. Yet I am sure they can understand our language. They just seem hard...

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