beginnings to explain feelings of women in india

The train in India are truly insane and an adventure in itself . Everyone pushes even if there is there is not a crowd they are just sio use to it . I lost my thong getting tripped up by loulou always running to get the ladies carriage which is always more a pleasant trip. So a different world especially for a women where appearances makes you everything or nothing , class , caste there seems to be a box for all . I have felt outraged , helpless , powerful and totally submissive all at once. And the realisation that still half the women of the world live to be confined to the home , to work double as hard as their husband and that so much domestic violence and abuse happens especially in west bengal.I mean I knew this but I guess really being in the mist of it and feeling it directed at me becomes another understanding

Met this amazing woman a poet , writer and feminist who came to a picnic loulou and nev organized for the ladies of ISW an organization to help empower women to set up initatives and educate children of women in prostitution . We ate cake , momos and samosas in the park while she read many of her poems about female infantcide and marriage traditions etc , intermissioning to pour goa wine into paper cups , telling us if court out to say it was coke.

Another thing about women I met at CCD and in calcutta , is that they will force feed you until you can nolonger eat another thing , if you refuse it seems to be such a big offence .Another thing I thought was how truly cultured and intellectual and heart felt to read poems in parks and share songs to eachother .