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They say it’s bad to be selfish, or to care just for your dreams, ‘cos good women owe allegiance only to others’ ambitions and whims!
We often wonder what it is to be women, to be good women, to be considered as such Does one have to be innocent, coy, and understanding or is it all a ploy?
They say to understand silently is to be a good woman, They say support your beloved but for yourself, seek none They say your love should be unconditional, but as for theirs, conditions will apply And that’s how it is, so don’t ask why.
They say it’s normal to be treated differently, especially when cruelty is tendered so, so gently They say it’s bad to be selfish, or to care just for your dreams ‘cos good women owe allegiance only to others’ ambitions and whims
Beguiled and disheartened, We sigh and one last time, ask why! Weariness of it all wears us down So then we start to seek women with frown.
Women who have crinkled eyebrows Women whose innocence have been robbed Women who were once loving and gentle but are now looking daggers at the world as bereft of life, all they have left is their gold.
Then they realise the gold they’ve earned is theirs to keep So they dust themselves off, smile bright and bury them deep.
Ridden from the vapid, they let themselves be Cut away from the world and its silly expectation, threw the flowers away from their hairs and set them free They drank wine to merry and smile with glee. After years of sleep, at last they feel widely woken for they finally reclaimed the women who are called ‘broken’.
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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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