(An extract from Rohini S Rajagopal’s ‘What’s a Lemon Squeezer doing in my Vagina? A Memoir......

Who does my body belong to?I should think it belongs to meUnlike my eccentric loverwho wants......

I let them be, as remindersof your futility, how you often hurlthings at the sharp angles......

I surrender my body to an ancient art, skilled hands markingand wounding, needles entering layers of......

As the fingers caressnew leaves sprout out of the eyesweeping the sunlight,garnishing – with the greenish......

And all of a sudden, you appearLike a starburstOr a meteor on a dark nightDistilling past......

There were just three days left for the exam and my belly was grumbling, heart racing......

An estimated 10 lakh trafficked brides, known as ‘paros’ or ‘molkis’, are believed to live in......

The little girl’s hand is made of darknessHow will I hold it?The streetlamps hang like decapitated......

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