Srinagar, July 9 -- At Being a Woman That nightGrief inked its vermilion markOn her silent browThe world's chimneys spat sorrowInto her breathing moon-bloodNight clutched griefIn a hush of tearsWhile her storyunread,unbrokenslept beneaththe weight of wounds. A woman's honour has been so long tied up in numberless usages long before she knows them and God forbid, if even one speck of accusation or slander ever dirties her honour, that vulnerable spirit is drug through infinite courts and judgements and rumours.Regardless of how contemporary or liberal we think that we have become, there still stands this harsh reality even in our 'new age,' a woman's honour is still bound by the unseen bonds of ancient rites and traditions.She bears the re...