Don’t objectify me. Don’t deify me. I am not a sex object. I am not a worship object. I am no goddess. I am a person. I am a voice.
My years working in Chinchpokli were checkered with the ruins of the past as well as the promise of flamingos. It shaped me in so many ways.
India’s #TimesUp / #MeToo movement is up and kicking. It brought…Pain. Disbelief. Grief. Guilt. Rage. And also…Joy.
In embracing the idea that every experience has lessons for me, I have to admit, they all come with prior signs as well.