Scribbles

Q: How do I pay tribute to women whom I read? A : Write to them; write about them, one and the best way to pay gratitude to women whom you read. They write endlessly, even when they are caught in the busiest schedules they manage to write and survive. They travel so far, get jet l a g, their brain gets tired but they write. They work so much and still remain humble, thus I sat tonight to write about women whom I read. One day I want to write long hand letters to all those women whom I grew up reading. Earlier I read Simone de beauvoir and Virginia Woolf, but ever since I started reading Indian women, my life has become sane and insane in parts; both parts complement each other very well. Maybe I connect to them more .They are home grown crops, came from small towns and made choices and stood firm on those choices. They inspire to write. As I sit in classroom, walk on roads their words keep echoing in the mind. Their work tells you to look beyond the problems, petty issue

                                                                        Fiction She was always tied with chains of customs, rules and regulations of home. Whenever she travelled outside; she travelled behind a masculine figure -father or brother-a guardian to guard her movement in public space. Thus no matter how much she moved, chains pulled her back and despite feet in motion, she as a being was a stagnant creature. Then one day she got maroon colored steel body with two wheels, two pedals, two handles, one seat which to her was an ‘incongruous freedom’ instrument- A cycle. Every time she pedaled a chain broke that tied her to old rules of her life. Her body stirred  from head till toe. Hands that till now moved only in kitchen-to make tea, do dishes, rested now on handles –she was controlling her journey. Feet that were restricted within four boundaries of the home, were jauntily cycling down the streets. Head that was always bowed down in obedience, now while sitting on the