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Promises and compliments might mean something completely different to men and women. It is always the woman who suffers. A poem.
Love, marriages or even life is built on commitments and promises, isn’t it? Here are some poems which would define ‘her’ tragedies which she never deserved but was always ‘promised’.
‘She’ over here is you, me or any woman who has been through any of this. To all those women who have ever been cheated on pretext of promises or manipulations, taken advantage of their softer side or betrayed – No matter what, you are strong and beautiful!
I love you for your inner beauty – he said
He was right.
He cried “You don’t love me!” until she undressed.
I would never hit you – he said
He threatened her so fiercely, she never confronted him back.
I will not touch you if you say no – he said
He drugged her before taking her to his bedroom.
I would even kill for you – he said.
He aborted her child to deliver a boy from her womb next time.
Your looks kill me – he said.
He threw acid over her face.
I love your simplicity – he said.
Her only adornment – to his mistress he gave away.
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Neena was the sole caregiver of Amma and though one would think that Amma was dependent on her, Neena felt otherwise.
Neena inhaled the aroma that emanated from the pan and took a deep breath. The aroma of cumin interspersed with butter transported her back to the modest kitchen in her native village. She could picture her father standing in the kitchen wearing his white crisp kurta as he made delectable concoctions for his only daughter.
Neena grew up in a home where both her parents worked together in tandem to keep the house up and running. She had a blissful childhood in her modest two-room house. The house was small but every nook and cranny gave her memories of a lifetime. Neena’s young heart imagined that her life would follow the same cheerful course. But how wrong she was!
When she was sixteen, the catastrophic clutches of destiny snatched away her parents. They passed away in a road accident and Neena was devastated. Relatives thronged her now gloomy house and soon it was decided that she should be married off.
Being a writer, Nivedita Louis recognises the struggles of a first-time woman writer and helps many articulate their voice with development, content edits as a publisher.
“I usually write during night”, says author Nivedita Louis during our conversation. Chuckling she continues,” It’s easier then to focus solely on writing. Nivedita Louis is a writer, with varied interests and one of the founders of Her Stories, a feminist publishing house, based in Chennai.
In a candid conversation she shared her journey from small-town Tamil Nadu to becoming a history buff, an award-winning author and now a publisher.
Nivedita was born and raised in a small town in Tamil Nadu. It was for schooling that she first arrived in Chennai. Then known as Madras, she recalls being awed by the city. Her love-story with the city, its people and thus began which continues till date. She credits her perseverance and passion to make a difference to her days as a vocational student among the elite sections of Madras.
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