Tag Archives: violence

Expiate: The wherewithal.

The borders in your imagination…

The uncle in the opposite house spits. Always . It’s a vile gesture directed at me.

I can’t live with it. This is my space.

I once spat back. I smelt blood on everyone’s head. Felt a burning on my skin. Know what it’s like.

Can’t take it no more.


but , she swore.





click on the exclamation mark.
in response to the Mumbai New Year’s Eve Harassment case.Joining the collective action and debates at Blank Noise.
But, as always, I’m left wondering why my posts to Blank Noise remain sadly either rejected or ignored by the collective. Somehow, the answers are not forthcoming. Answers, anyone?