Monologue of Bell Hook's daughter (Sub-altern Fiction)

It was a windy June Sunday. For Bell would have named the day a wuthering day but she has seen worse living in Brighton. Hence, not just yet. When Emily Bronte wrote Wuthering Heights , Bell believed that Emily Bronte or erstwhile Currer Bell was most certainly trying to draw parallels between the internal and external torrents; there is something tragic to reflect and soothing to feel when there is an external calamity in form of thunderstorm or lightning etc., that ostensibly emulates one's internal clamour. Although far from home, yet Bell holds home nearly but it may not be possible to always hold it dearly. Though things are settling down inside Bell now, this phase is always past the phase of great upheaval and torment. Women are said to be prone to hysteria; Bell's father always defined her behaviour as hysterical too. While, she understood over time, men find it impossible to justify women's behaviour, she could never bring herself to question her behaviour; there w...
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Raise the Volume

To the guy who wears shades of blue

And is so tall as to medley with the sky of springs

Who carries a guitar on his back as if a knight with a sword tucked in the scabbard 

Which he lifted years later

Sit by my side and I shall show you what hurricanes have done to my childhood 

As if it was ransacked to find this adulthood out of it 

I promise however viscous your emotions and dilemma might be 

I would swim us back to shore and would try not to give up this time 

Come here I'll tune your strings

And it will all be fine 

A brew of security and insecurity, 


What are you, isn't it the same how you see me too? 

What a sadist I do look, seeking pleasure in breaking the walls you have groomed

Where did you lose your keys, is it in the same place where my butterflies had frozen? 

Against all their prayers, your fears and worldly hymns

It shall only be your voice that I'll allow

Said or unsaid to be heard aloud

Those teasing sights and confused eyes,

Follow me through I'll take you on a walk in the garden with your feet touching the soil, misty mud on your toes and head distant from & under the sky. 

gifting flowers a gesture of love and affection



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