NWH
Hello Who? India : No way home I remember the lyrics we sang on top of our lungs, our national anthem, the song that told us stories of amazing diversity and inclusion of individuality, tradition, culture and the pledge that all Indians are brothers and sisters. The politics of our country has stared to make me doubt it. Where do I go, where is my home? If I remember correctly a home is a place where one feels safe, but I'm in constant fear of religion and language chaos, comes haunting to me in reality. I might be wrong at places, and I'll be happy to correct me. When I was five, I realised, our culture didn't respect women's throught, it respected out bellittlement. A good women should be someone, who's lips are taped, is a good sandbag, and in public ethereal in the sarees and traditional dresses, that perfectly hides her bruises. I am from Bihar, and though culturally rich, it faces the same issue of women as leaders as a naysay. Struggled there, understood w...