All Her Avatars
"Don't ask me, 'Who are you?' I am just a small woman, as you know, With two eyes, a nose, and a mouth like yours" - Kamala Das
I can’t seem to get this photograph out of my head. I found her unexpectedly, in one of the narrow untidy lanes of the old city. There is something so elemental about her like this - plain, in mud, and on her own.
It is easy to feel like a goddess when you’re flamboyantly dressed, adored by those around you, and must certainly help to have a deadly trishul in hand!
But there is something about being a goddess when you are alone, vulnerable and plain, like mud. Can we still have courage, and strength and grace. What are we like, when no one is watching?