ALIVE
The wind never felt colder, surprisingly, I realized the sweat made me wet in those Reebok shoes. Perhaps I was numb or it was the surge of a violent turmoil that I could not possibly apprehend. It seems bizarre when just a couple of months transform you from a decrepit soul to an effulgent lady. "Hello! My name is Shaliya a divorced foster mother of two girls and I am currently the president of the NGO Womanhood and a theatre artist at Laila Hall, Pondicherry. Rolling into the fading memories, I can regain a stream of jumbled episodes that build a story. I savoured every morsel of the rotten vegetable curry with the resilient chapatis until I perceived the stares of astonished passersby and sympathetic temple assistants. It was friday night, 8 pm, our incessant agitations pervaded me with constant tremors, he croaked about my wretchedness, then suddenly seized me tightly in his hands. I was broken eventually, piece by piece. Saturday morning, he asked for a divorce, a ...