In a case from 2019, a woman migrant labourer who was trafficked to Telangana along with her husband and children to work at a brick kiln in another State was pregnant when she arrived. She gave birth to her child at the brick kiln. Even during the later stages of her pregnancy, she was forced … More FROM HARDSHIP TO HOPE
This incident occurred about 40 years ago. I was in the first year of college. It was in the afternoon of the last day of class before it closed for Holi, the festival of colors. Our college was on a street which had two schools for the boys and two for the girls, located at … More Helpless victims or bystanders?
Victims do not stay in a relationship of domestic violence because they want to or choose to. Statistics say that 95% women experience domestic violence. The severity and frequency of this abuse or the trauma caused by the attacker very often increases and suicide could become the potential outcome in such situations. The trauma affects … More Home
The issue of Gender discrimination is something that haunts our communities. National Crime Records inform us that in the year 2006 two women were reported as being raped every hour, of course we are well aware of the number of cases that do not go reported and the number of cases that cannot be reported. … More Dismantling Patriarchy
She is pink, she is pale,He is rich, he is hale,Grooms and bridegrooms –Are for sale. Bed, almira, fridge, car,Forty once, fifty thrice,He was sold nicely priced. Years passed, tortured for more,T’was not love, mere greed.Soul butchered, there she lay. Customs, traditions, relatives didn’t save,A transaction indenture left,Burning brides, dying parents’ pride. Trauma, depression, suicide,Are … More Just let her be.
“Ente kutty!” was what a man said as he wailed about his younger sister, who was found dead in her husband’s house in Kollam, Kerala. For those unversed with Malayalam, “ente kutty” means “my little girl”. The word ‘kutty’ shows how much you love the girl, in most cases your sister or your daughter. As … More Vismaya Nair Is No More. Who’s To Blame?
You can cage the singer, but not the song. you can douse the embers, but the ashes are hot. The dancer is still, but the dance lingers in the heart, in the mind’s eye. the wind carries the sound of the dirge, but the clouds see from aloft. They weep at the sight of the … More Red