A story of Ghor

by Shweta Mani Azeeza lost her virginity at age fourteen. To her twenty year old husband, on their wedding night. Blood had flown, leaving red stamps on the white sheets. And the family had celebrated the joyous occasion. Wedding, marriage consummation, the bride and groom certified for purity and potency respectively – all legitimate causes…

Women and Domesticity

by Tasneem Khan This series is about domesticity, about purdah, an element often associated with womanhood, and yet marred with a vague representation and numerous stereotypes in collective conscience.  It is an authentic documentation of the women I have often seen toiling within the clayed walls of their house as much as their husbands labour…

Hugs

by Prachi Shah The family tried their best to make her feel at ease but the one thing Sonal and Indu couldn’t refrain from was hugging each other and pulling each other’s cheeks. It was how they were – proximity meant multiple hugs, caresses and kisses. And it made baa squirm, although after two weeks,…

TWI Women’s Day 2021 Contest Winners

Thanks to all who submitted their pieces for TWI’s Women’s Day 2021 Contest. We enjoyed reading all your work, and we are so appreciative that you chose to participate and send your poems to us. Here are our 5 winners and their winning poems, in no particular order. Mansi Vijay – “A lease“ lessor/lɛˈsɔ ː…

The Woman Ink: Conversation with Bhaswati Ghosh

Bhaswati Ghosh talks to Pooja Garg, Founder – The Woman Inc. as her new book, Victory Colony 1950, comes out from Yoda Press. She also shares an excerpt from the book. The Woman Ink series brings conversations with women authors. Amala’s thoughts went back to her plan. The fact that it would be after work…

TWI Poetry: Blue is the colour of love

Sanjhee Gianchandani Blue is the colour of love When you saw me first I was dressed in blue  A dress gifted by my deceased mother Whose choice was dismissed by you  I mustn’t have seen it then We met at the poolside cafe later  You ordered a fancy crème brûlée And mocked me for my…

TWI Writerly : Visualize a Bookshelf

By Aashna Moorjani Visualize a bookshelf—seven feet tall, white, crammed with books. The middle sags, enough to worry my mom that one day the shelves will give out and bury me in an avalanche of books. If you were in the room with me, I’d ask you to choose any book, because I have a…

TWI Writerly: On Her Own Terms

By Aashna Moorjani Mom wakes up every day at six. Though my brother and I protest, she insists on making our breakfasts and lunches. Our attempts to give her a break are half hearted, anyway. Bowls of cereal and peanut butter sandwiches somehow taste better when she prepares them. While my brother and I are…

TWI Poetry : Untitled, I see you

Two poems by Sarika Jaswani Untitled Beneath a black-eye& bruises blue Behind bigotry of liesA funnel for truth Nectar that capturesHearts of all Like North Star guidingUs thru  A hope promising a betterTomorrow Fighting a beast in humanityHiding in quilt of desires Mercy of moment sailing usFrom one breath to the next. I see you…

TWI Poetry : I have no mirror at home

A poem by Swarnim I Have No Mirror At Home I have no mirror at home. But I do. Listen, listen. I never wished for so many mirrors to spring out oneun/fortunate afternoon when I violated the colors ofmy face — my otherwise etiolated, gendered, obscene face — now I only see mirrors,some so tiny…