Pockets Of Courage
Inside my pockets, I keep pieces of courage, to reach for when I need them.
Inside my pockets, I keep pieces of courage, to reach for when I need them.
After I asked women to share instances when men apologized to them, I realised something stood in the way of men and the word SORRY. I want to believe men are as rational & feeling as women and can see the damage done by not taking responsibility for their actions….
Lockdown is on. I’m showing up for it in style.
I thought about my claim that my feminism eats these guys on toast then realised it was time to diversify my feminist palate.
Solidarity is seen as a quality used to protect wrongdoers from consequences. Everyone is made to participate as a virtue.
A saree can also be a skirt!
There is a sense that the Saree Wearers’ Club is an exclusive one, limited to women who are married or of a certain age, have a certain body shape and even they wear it in certain ways & on occasions only.
What is it about our dressing that incites such violent responses in other people? Do we find it ourselves in response to other fashion rebellion?
The word ‘toxic’ has become a slur to use to attack, rather than a tool to reflect on what one needs.
Inside my pockets, I keep pieces of courage, to reach for when I need them. See, life has become an unpredictable horizon strewn with landmines called memories. An accidental sighting and unfortunate coincidences. We’re so connected, we’re entrenched seamless and a chance encounter, becomes an obituary. Memory, that unreliable narrator…