We opened our hearts to each other. And then, we wrote, wrote, wrote…
We came together. We revealed to each other our hidden selves, our fears, our sexuality. And then wrote our hearts out. Some of the stories have made their way into Masala Monologues™.
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British Asian women, I want to hear your stories. Stories about your sexual life, told from your unique cultural point of view.
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NEW WORKSHOPS IN 2018, DESIGNED BY YOU!
I’ve had a few writers ask me about new workshops for this year. If you’re interested, please let me know which time of the year suits you best, how many sessions you would like & if an East London location would suit you.
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“At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life…” But when Mr. Nehru, does Independence Day dawn for Indian women? Continue reading “Happy Independence Day? Not yet, ladies…”
Dear Indian Central Board of Film Certification,
Here are some helpful tips about Indian women that might be useful to you in the future. This might avoid embarrassing situations like
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Indians don’t touch. Indians don’t hug. Indians certainly don’t kiss.
Growing up in India, that’s what I grew up believing.
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What do you see when you stand naked in front of the mirror? I first see the lumps & bumps that I’m not happy with. The over-large tummy, the too-small breasts.
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It was 10pm on Saturday night. I was walking home from the tube. And I heard a wolf whistle behind me.
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We’ve marched against discrimination. We’ve fought for equal pay. As we sip our well-earned Cosmopolitans with our fearless female friends, where does an ancient (and some would say archaic text) like the Kamasutra fit into our lives?
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Childless. Barren. The words sound awful, evoking images of shriveled-up women who’ve given up on life.
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