But some cities are like that, you know. Lahore kisses you all over like a hungry monster. A hungry, beautiful monster. There is so much life in this city, it aches, it spills from corners. I was pressing mama’s feet and she sighed. “Only mothers understand…
There is a saying about daughters in Nepal: Raising a girl is like watering your neighbor’s garden.
Nepali girls are less likely than their brothers to get an education or earn an income, and in some families are considered temporary mouths to feed, as they will move in with their husband’s… More at the link above.
Like this alabaster box whose art
Is frail as a cassia-flower, is my heart,
Carven with delicate dreams and wrought
With many a subtle and exquisite thought.
Therein I treasure the spice and scent
Of rich and passionate memories blent
Like odours of cinnamon, sandal and clove,
Of song and sorrow and life and love.
From Wiki: ”Sarojini Naidu, (born as Sarojini Chattopadhyaya/ সরোজিনী চট্টোপাধ্যায় ) also known by the sobriquet as The Nightingale of India, was a child prodigy, Indian independence activist and poet. Naidu was one of the formers of the Indian Constitution. Naidu was the first Indian woman to become the President of the Indian National Congress and the first woman to become the Governor of Uttar Pradesh state. Her birthday is celebrated as women’s day all over India.”
Sarojini Naidu (extreme right) with Mahatma Gandhi during Salt Satyagraha, 1930
“In the 5th century B.C. an Indian philosopher Gautama teaches “All is emptiness” and “There is no self.” In the 20th century A.D. Barbie agrees, but wonders how a man with such a belly could pose, smiling, and without a shirt.”—