"Their story highlights how important travel can be for connecting likeminded women. Singly, Sophia Jex-Blake wasn’t admitted, but by coming together as a group in one place, the University could no longer justify rejecting these women."
“We are part of an NGO called Kranti (Revolution), that works in the red-light areas in Mumbai, India. We work for the education and empowerment of trafficked girls, daughters of sex workers, and otherwise socially marginalized girls. Kranti aims to enable the Revolutionaries to emerge as agents of social change and economic assets, redefining the... Continue Reading →
Laura Dow is a photographer based in Edinburgh and Bristol, and is currently in her final year of studying MA Fine Art at Edinburgh University. Growing up on the coast of Scotland, Laura takes inspiration in the boundaries of land and its capacity to shape one’s identity.
It's like God ran out of earth when he made the glen. Like he had to roll out what was left, but there wasn't quite enough to cover the ancient rocks that lay just below the surface. If Cameron was here he'd be telling me to stop talking daft. For the first time since it happened, I'm glad.
At a double shuttered window moleskin peaches wait in shadow remember orchards
Preta teaching me to barter, to prod, check scales, gills, flesh, eyes, showing me to salt cod, sharing me bacalhao recipes for all the days of the year
The nurse, one of the women I met while traveling, is walking ahead of me on the dry earth path. Her head is bent. She stops, frowns, then with her foot traces a white stick half-buried in the path. “That’s a thigh bone.”
[Right] “I am the eldest daughter-in-law, and in a typical rural household, that meant I was her [left] successor in terms of being the “lady” of the house. There were a lot of expectations placed on me; I had to follow in her footsteps in everything – from household chores to only being allowed to... Continue Reading →
"I asked myself how far we’d be able to travel without our physical bodies, and how much safer it would be."
sweet worry to my tongue as we drove and drove and the bay swallowed the moon in its slippery mirror
We knew this wouldn’t banish whatever was trembling beneath her skin, this dark and restless creature, but the tin-opener was a gesture of security. Here, use this. Things can be fixed. Life has its comforts.
a Bollywood film, knock off from cheap corner stores Rylands and a reminder of a tongue that you don't speak
“We met when we started teaching in this college, and have been friends since 2008. Although we work in different Departments, we make it a point to have lunch together – however harried or busy we are. Even in urban cities, there is a significant gender-based bias that women face in the workplace; it helps... Continue Reading →
"I do the cooking and she manages all the other chores. We bonded because of her language barrier; she only speaks Bengali, which our employers didn’t understand. I am fluent in both Hindi and Bengali. I acted as an interpreter for the initial few months, which brought with it some rather funny moments that helped... Continue Reading →
“We are part of a non-profit voluntary organization called ANAWA – the Army Navy Air-Force Wives Activity Trust – an initiative by a group of retired army officers’ wives to reach out to young women and children from underprivileged sections of the Indian society. I am part of their educational project called ANKUR, and give... Continue Reading →