Artwork by Joyita Basak
“I burn, I love, I quench, I live. I am a humble alphabet and a bird song, I am a fire-bird and a bride that twirls and swirls, as much as I twist and bend. I am the gaja gamini who fuels your desire and paints your palette crimson, I am the honey and poison of many births…
Dear men, come, sit on my banks for a while and let us see the sky, the galaxy and the carnival of the sun together.”
The euphoria and the sweet nothings of our messages for the International Women’s day has just passed, but let us not forget to add that we women need to stand in solidarity with each other in all walks of our existence for days, months, years, ages, eons. A baby step each day is needed so that we can accomplish giant strides in the long run. Let us begin supporting each other, celebrating each other as friends, peers, as our own kith and kin. Unless it is a gender-equal society not only in poems, art and dissent, but also in the grass-root level where small seeds of change are being sowed every day, our accomplishment of an organic, proactive society shall remain only a shallow dream.
Let this note be a blessed beginning of the Women’s History Month and let us women be the winds of change, today and forever.
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