In Memory of Emily Bronte #BOTD 30 July, 1818.

In Memory of Emily BronteMy words, from The Sorrow of Unanswered Questions (no longer in print), 2001, the International Centre for Ethnic Studies, Colombo, Sri Lanka. Reclusive visionary,Mystical, passionate scribe,DeciphererOf the troubled human soul:Austere guide of Love,That triumphs over evil,And outlastsViolence, indifference, strife,Even death itself,Your haunting legacy lives on.

Dear Young Woman, in your world of privilege…the Choice is Always Yours.

“Sixteen per cent of #youngwomen aged 15 to 24 experienced….violence in the past 12 months.” UN Women. ************************** When words fail you,as you are interruptedagain, and yet again,just smile, sip your wine,nod – a simple tacticto ward off discomfit.The danger, you see,dear young woman,is being articulate, radiant,engaging with intellectualsat literary soirees, seminarsor pre-dinner cocktails. PlayContinue reading “Dear Young Woman, in your world of privilege…the Choice is Always Yours.”

Regional Literature ~The Canvas – Short stories translated from Telugu.

The Canvas – A collection of short stories rendered from Telugu. By R.S. Krishna Moorthy & N.S. Murty. Published by VAKILI, March 2019, pp 305. The title of this anthology, the third in a tetralogy, a sequel to The Palette (published in 1999) and The Easel (2015), is apt, for we are introduced to twenty-twoContinue reading “Regional Literature ~The Canvas – Short stories translated from Telugu.”

My story on The Health Collective India: Redefining loneliness and coping during the pandemic.

A safe space for conversations on mental health and mental illness in India http://www.healthcollective.in/ Redefining loneliness and coping with being solitary, as someone involuntarily ‘unmarried’— a widow – over the past 14 months has been difficult. Losing your husband who had been with you through thick and thin, in good times and sorrowful ones, throughContinue reading “My story on The Health Collective India: Redefining loneliness and coping during the pandemic.”

This present eerie stillness…

I Social Media tells me to say I ‘languish’, ‘blah’ was the word for feeling down, Yes, I do admit toxic anxiety, anguish, my brain cells mutating from birth till now. This spiralling infliction. Yet in the end, the mind can but falter, lose its grasp on reality, Time uncharted. Blah! No, not languish, fitfulContinue reading “This present eerie stillness…”

Dear Reader of Poetry on Social Media

Dear Reader, Will you read my story today? or avert your gaze, skip words composed by an unfamiliar name in your timeline? easier to like the feted ones here, matured in language, art, defined sales, the close-knit literary circles? Yes, one may even notice your heart, say ‘thank you’ with an emoji or even beContinue reading “Dear Reader of Poetry on Social Media”

Lanes of East Delhi past Midnight

It continuespast midnightfrom early dawn-Street sounds.Motorbikes burn rubberdown narrow lanesteeming with transport,rattling mudguardsvie with bursts of loud exhaust fumes.Drivers honk maliciously-Yes, I see your distorted faceshurling abuses at the passersby –or the neglected helpless strays,that yelp in unwanted pain,the clamour continues.Stop. Please.Let me hearthe chimes of a distant chapel,the call to prayers,the tinkling of bellsContinue reading “Lanes of East Delhi past Midnight”

A Review of What Not Words-Short Stories set in India and the Diaspora in the Sahitya Akademi’s Indian Literature Journal Issue 319, Sept-Oct 2020

Indian Literature Journal, Issue 319, September-October 2020 A book review by U. Atreya Sarma, a bilingual poet, reviewer, translator and Chief Editor of Muse India. “A Fictionalised Memoir with an Exotic and Diplomatic Touch “ What Not Words, the fourth book by Jayshree Misra Tripathi – a holder of MA (English Literature) among others, andContinue reading “A Review of What Not Words-Short Stories set in India and the Diaspora in the Sahitya Akademi’s Indian Literature Journal Issue 319, Sept-Oct 2020”

Homage to my great great grandmother, a child widow, during Pitru Paksha 2020

 Pitru Paksha is the fortnight of rememberance of one’s ancestors in India. I have often marvelled at the determination of my great, great grandmother, Radhika Devi. In accordance with customs prevalent in the late 19th century, she was married at the age of 9 to her young husband of 14. She was meant to goContinue reading “Homage to my great great grandmother, a child widow, during Pitru Paksha 2020”