Surpanaka

Softly, I walked out to meet him. They say that I walked with a sway, my hips making snake shapes in the air. My breasts tight and high, shamefully unconcealed. My eyes red with lust. My hair unbound. What theyRead more…

Noise

Every woman has known the torment of getting up to speak. Her heart racing, at times entirely lost for words, ground and language slipping away – that’s how daring a feat, how great a transgression it is for a womanRead more…