by Bindu Narula | 2 Oct 2019 | General
There were 4 million of us around the world on strike a couple of weeks ago. And most of those striking, were children. In Sydney, I stood under the shade of magnificent Morton Bay Fig trees, at the Domain, and pinched myself a few times. How did humanity get to...
by Bindu Narula | 19 Jul 2019 | General
A circle of 16 women. A simple altar in the centre, with candles, fragrant red roses in jars, and precious stones. All laid down on an ochre silk scarf. The drummer lifts a frame drum to her chest. Slow and regular beats. The women pick up the pulse of the rhythm with...
by Bindu Narula | 6 Feb 2019 | Poems
Done They stitched the mouths of the storytellers in my family. Stories brimming with Courage, Beauty, Love Got replaced by rule books On should’s and don’ts. That’s why I was born. With mouth stitched up. That’s why I put up and shut up Until everything...
by Bindu Narula | 11 Jul 2018 | Poems
Waking Up in the Outback Under the blue dome skies, Anklets jingle. Clouds of red dust blind. A screech pierces ears, Reverberate as words in my womb. ‘Wake up! Wake Up!’ I lift my head skyward. Mother Kali! Mother Goddess, Blue-black skin Thunderbolts in Her eyes. I...
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