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I do not need to understand words to know he is disappointed I am not a boy. Some things need no translation. And I know, because my body remembers without benefit of words, that men who do not welcome girl-babies will not treasure me as I grow to woman - though he call me princess just because the Guru told him to. I have come so far, I have borne so much pain and emptiness! But men have not yet changed.
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india
south-asian-literature
sikh
womens-fiction
pakistan
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Shauna Singh Baldwin |
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708df70
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Vaheguru, forgive me, but a woman must choose the wisdom of lies over the dangers of truth.
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woman
womens-fiction
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Shauna Singh Baldwin |
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db69533
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She put on some music. Drum and flute, I think. She played it soft, because it was dreadfully late, a time when all good men and women, or at least the practical ones, had gone to bed. Then she danced for me.
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india
fiction
immigrant-experience
indian-authors
womens-fiction
mothers-and-daughters
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Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni |
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be8ddde
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"She leans over Roop the way Sardarji leaned over Satya the years she cried for children, brushing tears from Roop's heavy lashes with her lips. She strokes her head as a mother would, says. "Slpee little one, we are together now." And Roop sleeps, overcome by the afternoon heat. While Satya watches her. So trusting, so very stupid."
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sikh
womens-fiction
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Shauna Singh Baldwin |