“G! Fetch me those hot pink curtains. I need to hang them here over this window.” G, the obedient husband, goes over to the other room, grabs the curtains and hands them to his wife, P. P gives him a look. “What?” G exclaims. He is confused. “These aren’t the hot pink ones! These are…
Have you ever had an experience where you, or someone you know, has reacted in a situation purely because of a stereotype you or they may have created about a certain person, or a certain kind of people? Have you ever judged anyone, not by their own actions, but by the prevailing atmosphere surrounding such…
You there… Yes, you! You, the one stalking that girl, You, the one panting over her, You, the one judging her, By the length of her hem, By the dip of her blouse. You, the one mauling her, Like a piece of furniture, For the gifts she didn’t bring, For the gold she didn’t…
The Pradita Chronicles 