The ripples of tears cascade,
And your lover doesn’t comprehend.
A woman’s desires are always empty,
Not given a fortuity of utterance.
Oh men, no matter how grand your claims,
Your love is always insufficient.
You love without history,
And we, the women,
We have history entrenched in our veins.
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Ankita is a middle-class Bengali woman whose eyelids are painted with yet-to-be fulfilled dreams. An avowed reader, she only wants to learn and write in life.
