Kalpani (she/her), a Sri Lankan currently living in Norway, serves as the managing editor of the Human Rights Education Review (HRER). She holds an MSc. in Human Rights and Multiculturalism. Kalpani is passionate about delving into herstories, historical narratives, cultures, and myths alongside her research interests in human rights and multiculturalism. She enjoys reflecting, reading, writing, and discussing varied topics through storytelling.
Each time I eat a pomegranate, I taste the myth of Persephone.The red seeds, like drops of blood, tell her story – a girl stolen byHades, the king of the underworld. He kept her in the shadows,bound to him by fate, but
In realms obscure, ‘latrine cleaner’ she was named,Love’s tender touch, a stranger’s hand, never claimed.her essence distilled in allure’s potent brew,A deity of desire, in eyes that only knew. Oh, Thangamma, your tale unfolds,beyond the verse of poets renowned,muted whispers, stories untold,in
I have been cornered in the schoolyard, white faces laughed at me; You are coloured, you are not one of us! they repeated… not even your mama or papa is coloured you have been bought from the coloured shop… hahaha…..ululululu…. Who
He who burnt me to become the best poet! Because of her unstoppable gift for poetry writing, he courted her. He believed that she would have composed her best verses for someone else. Her muse made his life one of content