Art by Tulika
A woman's voice can't
Be louder than the four walls - or so they say.
And so, we learned to scream
In alternative fashion:
We scream until the dough
Can't be folded anymore.
We scream the floors
Until they squeak.
We scream the laundry
So it smells of fabric conditioner
And sunshine.
We scream:
With our hands;
Our feet;
Our bodies.
And at night,
When we finally hit the bed
We drift off to sleep
To scream in our dreams.
Sandra is a a literature enthusiast who just completed her B.Ed. in English and is now home, in Kerala like the rest of the world. She writes every once in a while when stuff gets too much to hold in her brain. She runs a book review Instagram account - @bansheereads.