Tag Archives: India

The image storied

I saw my dark and evil self reflected in the eyes of India. Displaced, yet placed in cruel relief. The image flickered, mocked and sighed. So much for who I thought I was. Within those eyes my heart lies bare, … Continue reading

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Impressions of India

I seem to find within your trackless depths a very part of me which sits and nods and knows for sure that other selves may be and finds a way to tell. I take my vision, hold it close and … Continue reading

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The children of Circe are gathered – India and its women

The plight of women in India has been a topic of conversation around the world following the brutal rape and murder of a young medical student. This is an excerpt from a novel I have written about India, Children of … Continue reading

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The desire to be other in India

I grapple with myself and seem to know so little of the right, the wrong, the way which would bring peace and to the world reveal a kindly me; someone who truly dares to show her face. This battle which … Continue reading

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Sweeper woman

Thin, brown stick of woman, her face grown old with pain, dark eyes of long forgetting the years not seen again. In youth she dreamed so easily but living gave her truth that Harijans must keep their place; they have … Continue reading

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Monsoon

Green grass groaning in wild wind wake of monsoon’s crooning call; grey sky hung on horizon’s head – the moan of newly born The mantra dark and mournful soars high to crown the day her words wash well the face … Continue reading

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They burn women in India

They burn women in India. It doesn’t take long … the flimsy nylon saris are perfect for burning; it’s the dying which takes a long time, but then the dying started a long time ago anyway. On the day of … Continue reading

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