My mother used to weave aaydans, the Marathi generic term for all things made from bamboo. I find that her act of weaving and my act of writing are organically linked. The weave is similar. It is the weave of pain, suffering, and agony that links us.
—The Weave of My Life: A Dalit Woman’s Memoirs by Urmila Pawar
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Monday 3rd September at 2:21pm
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"No agony, no agony, no agony. If God is everywhere, why is there agony?"
