A world made up in the dimension of my language is beautiful, but it also hides pain. This actual body of mine, I am ashamed and embarrassed and secretive about. My scars are my secrets. [....] The real body is militating against me, hurtling towards disease and age. I wear the battle wounds of heartbreak in my eyes. Whereas, the written body is completely under control. In the word- made-body, I am invincible. [....] My woman's body, when it is written down, is rape resistant.
A portrait of an abusive marriage in India.