Series 3

This is a story not intended to be so, but turned out to be while I try to write the facts. This is also something that contains omissions to a large extend which of deliberate and accident in nature.
Just to list one kind of omission: I have to write here now, the content of some phone calls, cartain meetings and letters which i am unable to do for lack of techniques to present it in a way not to violate privacy.
So I have talked to people who are so vibrant and hopeful , to people who thinks these are ofcourse vain attempts, to people who are critically analising but at the same time investing hard in this endevour.
There were opinions that the people involved are extremely different in their perceptions or at least in the specific point from where they might begin, if given a chance. Some concluded that it will surely be dispersed in no time.
There were comments that this has to get formed since there ought to be a voice other than certain people who by themselves constitute feminism of kerala. There was this history of someone having attempted to raise such a forum and failed last year.

Series 2

Suddenly ....
There happened this sonce upon a time, Something of a story telling. Something of a history, Something that made them(US>>too, those who are yet to join too)feel the necessity of telling what we are.
Ok...
Now I get ANOTHER BEGINNING for the whole story.
I got a mail from
Adv. Asha saying that there is the urgecy of initiating discussions on feminism in kerala, with a tone of shared anxiety about the lack of discourses regarding feminism in our society or so.
Ok..then there was this discussions ...among a few, ofcourse, and a report of what they wanted it to be, telling the limitaions etc. I will post that report separately.
There was a left out part, the platform of Mayoori provided. Since I knew nothing of it then, I will leave that part to someone else to comment on.

Series 1(Introduction)

This is my autobiography? with reference to Feminist movement in kerala, beginning with the new attempts to form a collective, network...A rough draft of my thoughts, reflections, feelings, setbacks, hopes and needs.
So how did I first hear about it?
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Ok. I will have to confess it then, as you allknow this a story of it. Not then a factual report of it. As what happened last time when I tried to write down report of a meeting, what it ended up is a story which fluttered its fair wings with wishes.
Do you get it?
I will tell you.Before that let me tell this. How did the whole process began?
There was this Women's conference in Culcutta in which my friends Gargi, Reshma and who else I dont remember exactly.Seena? Kani? Abhi? . They had travelled with the group of senior feminists who works in Anweshi. Only Anweshi..? I'm not sure.
Anyways there happened to have discussions which had in it the sparks of "a collective" feeling among the "junior" feminists.

Residing in love.

Dearest...

This , the second Thursday
That got menustrated.
The first got cancelled on a railwaystation
next evaporated in Bhopal air.

This is the second thursday
that i waited dearly for.

Nice dismissal of blood and thirst.

Where have you gone without leaving a road

Tomorrow
I will see, written
all the past evasions
line by line on your naughty face.

Tomorrow
I will wipe, from your eyes
all the words of misforfune.

Residing in your love
a steady process of living.
Living a continuous
state of anticipating.

Waiting with a half filled bowl
for the liquor of the rest of letters
that writers attempted
from centuried behind...

Residing in your own halfknown world.
residing as an ambigous word.
Waiting on this shore
of a word, that you uttered, in the beginning of the world.