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Spare poetry that is also expressed through professionally shot pictures, this is a chilling look at how an Indian woman is enslaved under the garb of 'marriage'.
Spare poetry that is also expressed through professionally shot pictures, this is a chilling look at how an Indian woman is enslaved under the garb of ‘marriage’.
I am a woman. My jewellery is a sign of my slavery.
My necklace is a noose around my neck, Choking me, stifling my cries.
My bangles are shackles, Tying me to the patriarchy.
The anklets that tinkle when I walk, Ensure that I don’t stray outside the Lakshman Rekhas of society.
Is the red I wear, A symbol of love and prosperity, Or of the inauspicious blood that I have silently shed throughout my life?
As a bride, I ask myself, “Am I beginning a new life, or ending it?”
A version of this was first published here, and Photography by Mustafa Ali
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