There is the quiet sense of the seeds of power in this being's mere presence. The being I inhabitat. Daughter of the goddess, bringer of karmic clearance, the placekeeper of the brewing intensity of creation before it manifests into existence. There is acceptance for the pervasive sense of unbelonging for it means a duty to... Continue Reading →
Kalighat – Kolkata
The Kalighat Temple in Kolkata is one of the most sacred and ancient pilgrimage sites dedicated to Goddess Kali, a fierce and powerful form of the Divine Mother in Hinduism. The Kalighat Temple in Kolkata is renowned not only for its religious significance but also for the intense energy that permeates its sacred precincts. As... Continue Reading →
“Goddesses”
The feminine energy in the desire to be looked at. Wanted. Admired. Focused on. Is it selfish? It is ego-driven? Hardly. It is praising nature’s creation, thinking - ‘wow, dear divine, you created this and I want the best for it. I will embrace this spirit, this body. I will decorate it and move with... Continue Reading →
Subtle sexism & largely unrecognised problems pt 1 – “Masculinity and Femininity”
Understanding sexism: Sexism is present in all areas in the world around us. It can be: institutionalinterpersonalinternalised Sexism can be characterised as: hostile sexismbenevolent sexismambivalent sexism To understand these terms better, visit the link below: https://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/types-of-sexism#types-overview Sexism is prevalent in the world around is in the many "obvious" forms it takes. However, unfortunately, since it... Continue Reading →
I’m afraid of nothing, remember?
Trigger Warning - This post contains themes of anger and abuse. All this wrath pent up in my fists and concentrated between my eyebrows knock out the essence of my gentle femininity and coerce the trails of my being with textures of sandpaper. Yet, my woman-ness prevails in glimpses and deserved appearances while the rest... Continue Reading →
Endlessly
I’m not scared of heightened states of consciousness in pitch black nights alone anymore. I roar at any presence I feel, any threat. It’s what I do now, I hiss and slither and widen my eyes and scare what scares me. I make sure. My womb is often tingly. It wants children every alternate fortnight.... Continue Reading →