I am a woman roaring 40s this year. In my all conscious, I declare that I love my menstruation days. I never knew that I could fall in love with my bloody periods. The journey began at 13 and at the very first instance, did not understand as usual what is happening to me? Why I am bleeding? I was not given the “talk”.
What sets this brief novel apart is the tone – intense & characterful. This is a very easy book to read. The author writes well with true clarity and depth. The novella has a style of its own, with almost every sentence beginning on a new line. The sentences build on each other, play off each other, and resonate around each other like jazz riffs.
Women are always crying, nagging and fucking ranting all the time in the name of sexual abuse!! What is wrong with this gender!! Be blessed, arrogant minds. I pity you.
Why can’t people treat work as work? Why won’t they just come on time, leave on time and get back to their personal life? I look at it through the prism of behavioral psychology. Again, if people up the ladder are themselves sappy and worn out. They are not eligible to be the frontrunners.
Being the “Raja beta” of any government official comes with much privileges and immunities. I think those very privileges can get you out of a gas chamber and those very those immunities can make you abuse the privileges.