Kavithé Collective



Remember me?

"Remember me? Says the little girl, with the dark dreamy eyes that bore through mine; Somehow knowing, somehow wise. Scrawny thing with scabby knees; hair blowing wild, in the tropical breeze. Bare feet planted, in wet muddy grass, stoic. solid... Continue Reading →

On Mother’s Day 2016

Here’s to those who choose to and do not choose to become mothers to those who are trying to or trying not to to those who can and those who can’t or who still wonder whether to to those who... Continue Reading →

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