Vijaya Laxmi Karki
Photo by Bijay Tamrakar
When I think of periods I remember those 288 hours of imprisonment
I started bleeding through my womb. नछुने भएँ रे ! पर सरेँ रे !
When I think of period I remember all those red patched skirts, pants, trousers, stockings and panties!
Well, I always had a bag of tricks to hide such patches!
When I think of period I smell Blood; River of Blood
as depicted by Lucille Clifton in her poem
beautiful and faithful and ancient and female and brave
When I think of period I feel painful yet passionate about the sex I belong to – FEMALE
When I think of period I remember my mother’s womb through which she used to bleed;
my home where I took the first breath of this life.
(Karki is a Theatre Practitioner.)