(1945) “How am I going to attire you?” Krishnan sighs, looking at Sarah’s brightened blue eyes like flaming torches at a rebellion – she was excited about going to the temple. “You cannot come in a dress, you’ll be stared at even more than you are already! And what is everyone going to say? I know this isn’t peak timing, but all it takes is one big-mouthed Brahmin to spread … [Read more...]
Neha Shaji is a student of English Literature who runs a personal blog about colonialism and its' aftereffects, literary analysis and social justice.