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Nandita pens a powerful woman-centric poem, dealing with drudgery, domestic violence and more, exclusively for Different Truths.
Why do I often feel and see noise, instead of hearing? The noise like modal stasis push past a cluster of feelings in an odd-angled morning light, sieving the darkness therein. The choking noise of the city, in its constant cacophony, rattle voiceless dreams. Anxiety hums in half- baked dishes and static gruelling, a woman sweats, her eyes inexpressive, doesn’t she need a recess in between? A sense of bravery shrouds, as she chokes her dreams to death, she lives thousands of these asphyxiating breaths releasing one atom of oxygen at a time, believing her family would be fine! She scurries with her dal, rice, curries, her children can’t go hungry. The scanty leftovers and her meagre earnings are a gush of happiness waiting in her shanty dwelling. A lazy abusive husband, and three mouths to feed, a tough task indeed! Without any rest she offers her shrunken breast to the toddler, the satisfaction on his face gives her broken dreams new wings, for a mother, worth more than many more things! Every time I walk past the makeshift canteen, I feel her pain, see the throttling screams she tries to hide. There’s no strength equal to the will of a woman who decides to take the world in her stride!
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