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In honour of Mother’s Day, May’s writing theme is all about mothers. Share the lessons you’ve learnt from your mother, get published and win goodies.
Mothers are our first teachers. Over the years they pass on several nuggets of wisdom, from the small ones like ‘make sure to clean behind your ears’ to the really big ones too. This Mother’s Day, tell us what you leant from your mother. Share your ‘Lessons From Ma’ with us – whether these are touching, inspiring or funny!
Where to send: Send in your story to [email protected] with ‘Lessons From Ma’ in the subject line, and your story as a word/txt attachment. Do include the name we should use if we publish it, and a brief introduction to yourself (2-3 lines) in the mail.
By when: Please send in your stories by May 20th. The 5 best stories will be published on Women’s Web the following week, i.e. May 21st onwards.
Rules:
– The material should be previously unpublished elsewhere. (Copyright stays with you and you’re free to subsequently publish it elsewhere).
– Keep it between 250 and 600 words.
GOODIES!
Courtesy Westland Books, each person whose entry is chosen for publishing on Women’s Web gets a copy of Chicken Soup For The Indian Mother’s Soul as well Bringing Up Vasu.
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There are many mountains I need to climb just to be, just to live my life, just to have my say... because they are mountains you've built to oppress women.
Trigger Warning: This deals with various kinds of violence against women including rape, and may be triggering for survivors.
I haven’t climbed a literal mountain yet Was busy with the metaphorical ones – born a woman Fighting for the air that should have come free And I am one of the privileged ones, I realize that
Yet, if I get passionate, just like you do I will pay for it – with burden, shame, – and possibly a life to carry So, my mountains are the laws you overturn My mountains are the empty shelves where there should have been pills
When people picked my dadi to place her on the floor, the sheet on why she lay tore. The caretaker came to me and said, ‘Just because you touched her, one of the men carrying her lost his balance.’
The death of my grandmother shattered me. We shared a special bond – she made me feel like I was the best in the world, perfect in every respect.
Apart from losing a person who I loved, her death was also a rude awakening for me about the discrimination women face when it comes to performing the last rites of their loved ones.
On January 23 this year, I lost my 95 year old grandmother (dadi) Nirmala Devi to cardiac arrest. She was that one person who unabashedly praised me. The evening before her death she praised the tea I had made and said that I make better tea than my brother (my brother and I are always competing about who makes the best chai).
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