Shobha De's Sultry Days Essay

My Story is the replica of Kamala Das’s psychosexual structure in patriarchal society. Das begins to write when she is admitted in hospital after a serious bout. My Story is the revolutionary product of patriarchal society as it breaks the canonical rules made by patriarchal society. In patriarchal society women are not treated as human being but treated as sexual object.Theyare forced to represses their sexual desire for outer goodness. Das presents herself as the revolutionary figure and reveals her psychosexual growth from her childhood to adulthood.

After an extended period of mourning, her father asked her why she would not remove her veil, for surely "the woman...led you into wickedness. How long will you mourn her, who deserves no mourning?" to which the girl replied, "It is my own...sin that I mourn." From then on she slunk about in rags and with ashes covering her face, forgotten by most everyone, and always sitting by the hearth, refusing to wash up, for she was "glad to be humble before God and men."

Women in India were unaware of their miserable condition. It is in the post independence period the women’s quest for identity of her own commenced. The 20th century saw the shift from outer to inner sensibilities and no one can better understand a man or woman better a feminine writer. In modern English fiction a number of women novelists have arrived on the literary scene, they have set out making new forays in to the world of women. Nayantara Sahgal being a feminist writer has emphasized in her novels on freedom and a new definition of the New Women. Sahgal’s heroines are well aware of the injustice done to them in their marriage and they come out of this traditional bond.

This paper attempts to examine the fictional projections of Indian girls, to see how they emerge in ideological terms. Their journeys from self-alienation to self-adjustment, their childhood struggles against the hypocrisies and monstrosities of the grown-up world, eventually demolishing the unjust male constructed citadels of power that hinder their progress- are the highlighted issues. The point of comparison between the two novels focused on here is the journey of Rahel in The God of Small Things and Sai in The Inheritance from a lonely childhood to a tragic adulthood passing through a struggle with the complex forces of patriarchal society. Both the novels portray the imaginativeness, inventiveness, independence, rebelliousness, wide-eyed wonder and innocence associated with these young girls.

“All the childish mischief and essence of life that resided within her had been snuffed out like a candle in the night. Evil had visited her, snatched her away, and nothing would ever be the same again. He was left with a sickening void in his gut- an aching emptiness. The river had been right- he was worth no more than the fall of a sparrow(Temple,2018 p.205).”

The female characters regularly confront occasions that abandon them swooning, startled, shouting, and crying. A desolate, thoughtful, and mistreated courageous woman is regularly the focal figure of the novel, so her sufferings are the concentration of

By the imagery of “one boot stood upright; its limp upper fallen down, the fellow of it lay upon its side” we can infer that, even though Gabriel does not love his wife, he is the “one boot stood upright” that is willing to work on his falling marriage and try to make his wife happy, again, because the pity he feels for her. However the wife seems to be “it's limp upper fallen down” who is unwilling to put effort in a marriage with a man she does not love. We get to see Gabriel’s attitude towards death is dull, almost as if he has seen it too many times before. We see in the imagery “Poor aunt Julia! She, too will soon be a shade with the shade of Patrick Morkan and his horse” that Gabriel comes to the conclusion that even though his aunt is happy and cheery now, she will die,“the blinds would be drawn down and aunt Kate will be sitting beside him”  he also describes with very detail how “ she will be crying and blowing her nose and telling him how julia died” almost as if he was almost too familiar to it.

When Death is first sent by God to retrieve Everyman, he denies that it is actually his time to go. At first he tries to bribe death, offering her one

The rhythm of her feet stomping along the grass was interrupted by the weakness in her body. She was drenched in her own blood. Her mind was numbing, her lips were burning, her bones were crumbling, and her being was vanishing. Her face glowed in the cold moonlight, making one last remarkable expression for the world. She entered an ornate shrine and collapsed. The final image was that of the coffin before her.

The articles “Voicing the Feminine Within: A Journey through the Life Narrative of A. Revathi”, Writing a Life Between Gender Lines: Conversations with A.Revathi about her autobiography The Truth About Me: A Hijra Life Story”, Gender Geometry: A Study of A. Revathi’s autobiography The Truth About Me: A Hijra Life Story and the interview Voice of Visibility by NithinMayanth are the only works directly based on Revathi’s autobiography The Truth About Me: A Hijra Life Story, the primary text of this research.

For the central women in the book, their lives are dictated by the rules instilled by harsh governing, and they find themselves lacking the freedom of self expression. “Curiosity, the novels we escaped into led us finally to question and prod our own realities, about which we felt so helplessly speechless” (Azar Nafisi, 39). These brave characters of society internally struggle with having to cloak themselves to hide their sexuality, rather than embracing it.

She found herself in a room with two men, one of them was Christen, who was watching, while the other was a man that Gabriel slashed with her knife again and again, all over his body, with each new stabbing blood flushed from the new wound, and the man was drowning in his own blood unable to utter a word as Gabriel had cut his tongue off. She was all over splashed with blood, her clothes, her face, her

This story relates to the point in our textbook which reads, “Our work has special value.” It shows that ending a baby's life in the womb, is the act of killing a part of God, for that baby was made in God’s likeness. So in order to exemplify that every person is a part of God, we must care about every baby and person so they can be the person God wanted them to be.

When she broke her jar, the fragrance of oil filled the air. The liquid dripped, bathing His feet. Her tears flowed from everything within her. For when she broke her alabaster, she broke every part of herself before Him. She didn't care who witnessed or what they said. She hadn't come to worship them; she had come to worship Him.

The inserted patriarchal quality she disposes of by and large the debilitating and builds routine taboos which she thinks weaken against her fundamental self and consequently tears open her cover and turns out from it to have a superior look of her general surroundings. Her story demonstrates her desire for personality and freedom discovers its realization and satisfaction in her exploratory writing.