When life was hopeless, When the light was dimmed, When the soul was caged, When dreams were lost. A hand waved at us, A smile encouraged us, To raise up,
‘Cos that’s who we are! The bus roared in the capital all through that night while the demons inside tortured and tormented beyond human might yet all the screams and
O Woman what are you?! You are battered but you rise high You are denied but still willingly you give They hurl accusations at you for you to consume And
As she looked at her childhood picture, it reminded her fantasies of fairytale where she believed her beauty lies in the gown she wore. her power lies in the tiara
Every woman is a Durga – we have the capability to be fierce but also calm, resilient, wise and strong. Many times these aspects of our personas can be hidden
Why is it called “feminism” and not “equalism”? Why can’t “meninism” exist if “feminism” does? Why is there such a fuss about women’s empowerment when women and men are already
There is a not-so-far-away planet where the ideas of “man” and “woman” as we know it do not exist. Everyone is just an Alien – there’s no pink and blue,