Three women by Amrita Shergill There is moss making love in graveyards. Last night I showed up there with a bottle of old monk to speak to my Nani. I told her, ‘I know you don’t approve of this but I also know that you’ll concede. Your daughter tells me that she doesn’t want me to be like her just like you told her that you didn’t want her to be like you.. Tell me, why do women despise themselves? I detest cooking, cleaning, pickling and whatever else you spent your time doin

Baba had stopped talking to me when I was in class six. I wanted to learn Kathak. He wanted me to study law.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ There are only a few places to visit in a one-room government quarter. I’d discovered thirty inside it to hide my Ghunghroos. Every evening, before Baba returned home, I hid them in a new place. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ If Baba found the Ghunghroos, he burnt them. If he didn’t find them, he went to the temple the next day; and gave God an extra litre of milk.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ “I always wanted a

“this was the legacy of the great Indian kitchen, here, only stomachs were filled in the attempt to fill hearts“ I could smell the spices floating through the verandah from the kitchen And hear the sizzle of meat being thrown into hot oil. They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Is that why most woman toil days and nights in the kitchen , Trying to make all sorts of concoctions hoping to crawl into their husbands’ hearts? Is it worth it even if they have fil