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I am a woman, says the author, who is going through a breakup with her best friend. I am the force of life. And no matter what ups and downs we all go through, we rise.
That evening in April 2017, I sat on the Promenade at Rock Beach, Pondicherry. My then best friend sat by my side as we both were quietly looking at the majestic ocean, thinking perhaps of all the battles we were going through.
As women, don’t we all go through the routines of everyday life, hardly ever flinching for even a moment while a multitude of challenges come our way in various shapes? Getting support or breathers in between all the alleged roles, responsibilities, duties we act in- it is a luxury.
However, at the end of the day, what we hold within us, what drives each one of us is the fact that within us, we hold many worlds and we surf all the waves with bravery even if it be subtle, unseen one.
That evening, I was on the verge of losing my best friend to many of such intermittent battles and friction between us – we were breaking up.
But what stayed with me, despite that realisation of having given in to the pushes and pulls of our lives was this – I, my friend, a hundred thousand other women whom we don’t even know personally, are all warriors. We live through so many break-ups, shake-ups, make-ups without actually being too rattled. To each of us, to my long-gone friend, to myself, I dedicate these lines.
Dear world,
I am the ocean, inverted. I rush, I go mad, I am fierce. Restless in anticipation, Adamant to not stay. On surface. I would keep coming back, In many minds before I recede, Leaving a part of me behind, Each time I try to kiss you….you, The shore holding the softness in your heart, The shore hidden behind the rocks, The shore that laughs at me day and night- The one that can never be mine…….. Reject me, keep doing that, I would though keep trying. It is not for you to know, Why I keep chasing you…. You are proud of the beauty I give you. Stay that way. Your ignorance keeps me going….. And my fury makes you more beautiful. Even though you don’t know, yet
I fall for you, more passionately. Each day. With each wave.
And I give you life.
For, I, am the woman. I, am the force. I, am the life.
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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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