A journal of narrative writing.
Mantra for a New Bride

Listen to Mantra for a New Bride read by Vandana Khanna

Forget the painted flowers rusting on your hands. Forget you lined the part in your hair red, the color of brides. Forget your mother-in-law wanted someone fairer. Forget you were never a goddess. Forget they tried to light you on fire. Forget you never learned how to drive. Forget you had a baby at fifteen. Forget the supple want of your skin. Forget the rasp and resin of your prayers rinsed in the steam of the garden. Forget to cover your face when you hear the numb hymn of your name rising salted and sullen from their lips.