Crossing The Barrier
My family is traditional, orthodox Hindu family. My Baba was a very traditional man who used to be in charge of my life and set expectations for my whole family. He was much respected for his perceptive ideas and social efforts. I recall sitting down the day before my first day of college to talk…
Beneath the Surface
With her fingertips delicately tracing the bruises that were bursting on her cheekbone, Mira stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Even though they were not natural on her otherwise delicate face, the purple and yellow markings had grown accustomed to them. In an attempt to reduce the swelling, she washed her skin with cold water. Her kids couldn’t see her like this, so she realised she needed to hide it before classes started.
