Author madeleinewithtea
I needed a public platform to express and convey few thoughts and feelings. It is no news that sex education is non-existent in India. Added to this is the blatant misogyny that is rooted in the collective psyche. There is… Continue Reading →
I am in a tub of maggots Your touch burns my skin Slime crawling over my body I am undone by you. Eyes like puddles of mud Mouth like a crawled snail Breathe like fuming garbage You hold me tight… Continue Reading →
You pulled my hair, every strand, now just a memory Eyeballs melting into a puddle, falling with a “plop” Dropping next to my wrecked body Flowing like hot lava over the Wretched Earth Limbs being dismembered Sinews torn from within… Continue Reading →
Body? Temple they say Suffering, I say I search for words Over sandy dunes of waterless deserts Words, I don’t find How do I spell pain? When no words happen around it? Hide, they say Guilt, Shame, Disgust, I feel … Continue Reading →
University of Hyderabad was a beautiful place. I stayed in the North Campus which was greener than the South. My hostel had a large terrace that was open for everyone. People used to go there to gaze stars, dry clothes,… Continue Reading →
In a TV adaptation of a Philip K Dick’s novel called The Man in the High Castle, we are introduced to a world ruled by the Nazis. It is set in an alternative reality where Germany wins the WWII and… Continue Reading →
Some mornings I wake up with a deep existential dread. It feels like my hold on life is slipping. There are no right words to describe this melancholic state of mind. I feel a great heaviness pushing me down, like… Continue Reading →
Swathi Muthu “Until humankind finds a way to a super-human, immortal existence, I am stuck with this body, and I might even die with it” I’ve been a Hypochondriac from a very young age. The slightest change in the surface… Continue Reading →