Check out 16 Return-To-Work Programs In India For Ambitious Women Like You!
Poem: Being Lazy — On weekdays, I wake up to questioning eyes, melancholic eyes and eyes full of despair, with the desire to do nothing but sleep and wander in dreams.
On weekdays, I wake up
to questioning eyes, melancholic eyes and eyes full of despair,
with the desire to do nothing but sleep and wander in dreams,
Father bears an angry expression,
Mother, a defensive look.
The others just too derisive,
And me all consuming to do nothing.
A yawn here, a yawn there,
lazy ache in the body,
with little numbness in the head.
No one speaks to me,
anger so intense in their hearts.
But I swim in my bliss.
Ah! It’s so beautiful with a cup of tea in my hand,
while I half open my eyes and feel the earthy smell that pervades the house…
I shut my self when I see the time, the date and years going by…
I close my reasoning,
take a deep breath and lay myself down
on a sun-soaked couch…
The bliss in my heart and mind, so serene and unseen.
Image source:Tuiphotoengineer free on Canva Pro
read more...
Women's Web is an open platform that publishes a diversity of views, individual posts do not necessarily represent the platform's views and opinions at all times.
Stay updated with our Weekly Newsletter or Daily Summary - or both!
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.
Please enter your email address