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...
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