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As a menstruating woman, I bleed every month. It is biological, powerful, and no matter what society feels, it does not make me shameful or impure.
Yes, I bleed
Life exists within my blood You, me and the human breed,
Childhood is lost Over period cramps The confusion of tampons and use of pads And not to forget the mud, newspaper, soiled cloth, n hey Scores of us struggle For five days of dignity And keep the mood swings at bay,
The spots stopped me From my whites Nonetheless The peering eyes As I carry wrapped whisper In my stride
I have been hushed up For my pain The do’s and don’ts there’s a list I gain As the festivities are coming In a fleet I need to calculate My days to be neat
Lest I will be away Just a spectator Won’t be allowed to touch The idol of clay She doesn’t …bleed But her part in me does I won’t be inclusive in ritual Celebrate or sway I bleed hence I will be away
I cannot go in the kitchen not touch the utensils sauce and pickle the worship place is out of reach you are meant to follow this, they preach
Am I dirty Am I impure? I defy you I am everything but not this for sure I am on a journey to womanhood I am on a journey to progeny I am on a journey to bring nature within me
I defy your norms I defy what you preach I take pride in my blood and say Yes, I bleed.
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She would serve everyone fresh food and serve herself the stale rice and curries from the previous meal. Some days after finishing the leftovers she was so full she would not even be able to even taste the fresh food.
When I married the first time, my MIL told me that during the Navratri the lady of the house should not eat stale food. ‘Gharatlya bai ni shila khau naye’ — in refined upper caste Marathi.
I was just 26, eager to please, not versed in patriarchy or feminism, and it seemed like a positive thing — respect for the goddess in woman.
But soon I realised she spent the remaining 356 days of her year finishing leftovers. And that I was expected to do the same.
We say that we live in modern times and talk on subjects like feminism, supporting your loved ones, encouraging them to follow their dreams. But how many of us can really say that they actually do that?
We live in a world where there comes times in everyone’s life when one has to make choices which will leave a long term impact in not just their life but on the lives of those attached to them.
Giving the ones you claim to love the freedom and space to make their own choices and the wings to fly is not only the right thing to do but sometimes its also the thing they need the most; without having to face the ‘guilt’ of living the life they want.