From My (Instagrammed) Eyes: Kolkata/Darjeeling

 

To the Market

The air shimmers with the heat, the murky late morning haze. The damp air envelopes, weighing and slowing. You step down the 13 stairs and greet the neighbor perched in her doo[...]

 

We Do Violence

I used to seethe with anger at men like this; men who do such grotesque violence to women... Sometimes I still do. These days I mostly direct my anger at God...

 

Stories. [Guest Post from Beth]

Beth has lived and worked among women in Kolkata's red light areas for years. She is a dear friend - who happens to have the bragging rights of introducing Becca and me. She recent[...]