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Vishu

I woke up at midnight
With a start
As my sleeping body felt
Palms cover my eyes.
I could see nothing.
Panic struck me
Till I heard your voice
Brimming with amusement,
Calming me.
Vishu.
You asked me to keep my eyes shut tight
And pulled me
Out of bed.
Not a peek out of you!
You led me gently
Out of my room,
up the stairs
And to the overflowing table-
Guiding me
Every step of the way.
Then you took your palms
Off my eyes
And I found myself
Staring at the mirror
Surrounded with
Fruits
Vegetables
Grains
And diyas.
Then I saw you standing behind me.
I smiled.
You were already smiling.
For one moment
We could forget
Our friendship was forbidden.
In that moment
It didn’t matter
That they didn’t approve
Of us
And the bond we shared.
Because
In that moment
I knew you’d always be right behind me
Anyway.

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A Woman’s Secret

This is a call for Unity.
A clarion call.
A tremendous trumpet.
A call that must reach out to all of our kind, the keepers of Vulnerable Respectability!
Rise, O young girls, mature ladies and wise women; rise out of your sweaty seats of discomfort. Rise against the lewd eyes that defile you and mock your modesty.
It is time we rose, for we cannot withhold the pressure anymore. It is time we rose together and united for our cause. It is time to move towards Utopia, for our needs are greater than theirs. I do not promise you a journey without difficulty and hardship. I do not promise a journey without masculine eyes following us. But I promise you that the journey will be worth the wait, and the comfort that you will feel when you reach there will negate all the negativity you have ever faced.
We must move together now- vigilant as does, united as wolves and proud as tigresses. We must be ready for change and co-operate to the fullest. I am sure we will all make it there safely and back again if we must.
After all, a visit to the loo is of utmost importance, and it must be visited together as a group.   

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Honey

Big colourful suitcases,

Tall family,

Sitting on one bed,

One cupboard,

Smiling –

First memory.

Acne,

Big pouf,

Long hair,

Rainbow towel,

Quilt –

Roommates.

Oiled hair,

Dry hair,

Short hair,

Long hair,

Braids –

Playing with hair.

Purple laptop,

Bollywood songs,

Salman Khan,

Dell,

VLC –

Dorm Room Dancing.

White shoes,

Laces,

Green t-shirt,

Huff-Puff,

Pink cheeks –

Jogging.

Colourful paper sheets,

Paints,

White light,

Desk,

Midnight –

Story time.

Corridor,

Dorm,

Water cooler,

Running,

Cockroach – 

Jump!

Idli,

Dosa,

Rice,

Ghee,

Papad – 

Annakshetra.

Kajal,

Gloss,

Pouf,

Aarti Kurta,

Talks –

Signature Look.

Dorm,

Arms,

Long hug,

Swaying,

Tears –

Crying.

Night,

Milk,

Sandwiches,

Cold,

Granite Bench –

Break from studies.

Dormitory,

Common Room,

TV,

Oiled Hair,

Yeh Jawani Hai Deewani –

Movie Night.

Green Room,

Drying Clothes,

Newspaper,

Mirror,

Wax –

Waxing.

Aarti Kurta, 

Multi Purpose Hall, 

Diya Thali, 

Achyutam Keshavam,

Singing –

Aarti.

Exercise,

Milk,

Milk Bikis,

Crossed Legs,

Soggy Biscuits –

Mornings.

Afternoon baths,

Colours,

Earrings,

Bangles,

Dressing up –

Sunday Aartis.

Post-its,

Lists,

Names,

Landline,

‘After you’ –

Weekend calling.

Packed Room,

Common Room,

Yellow-Blue,

IPL,

Cheering – 

Mumbai Indian fans.

Green,

Kajal,

Earrings,

Hair Dryer,

Draped a sari –

Farewell.

Dubai,

Mumbai,

Honey,

Vedanti,

Bond – 

Friends.