I hit my toddler
I hit my toddler, Asha. I hit him again, over and over. I can’t stop. Time opens like a wide cave and we fall, between dark seconds. There is no here, no now, only Asha and the beat of my hand on his back. I look down...
Read MoreAuthor: harivaudrey
The Other Woman
I’m sitting in the hairdressers reading a Tatler article on how some posh skinny woman found “The One”. He isn’t her boyfriend or husband, but her hairdresser, and according to her, every woman must change...
Read MoreThose Endless Days
I am having one of those days. One of those days when you are just happy to be alive, and grateful for everything in this life. A day when the universe said “I’m looking after you honey”. The sun is shining, warm on my...
Read MoreResentments
He walks away. My children hand in hand with him, my baby in my sling but now wrapped around his waist. Not even a “bye”, I sit in the now empty car, the invisible woman. Anger rises inside me, my mind races, hurting itself with...
Read MoreSiva’s Wedding pt. 1 (kalyana sundara murty)
The goddes Parvati, living the life as an “ordinary” princess, the daughter of the King of Himaylas and Queen Mena, was to marry Lord Siva. Siva who lived as an aesthetic in the remote area of Mount Kailash was the...
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