The Question of Red

by Laksmi Pamuntjak

The sheer glamor of which, surely, makes the princess ripe for eternal veneration: a heroine from antiquity, a role model for the feminist movement. And yet this is not what happens. The name Amba, far from being heroic, still reminds folks of the worst of all fallen women, a woman twice spurned, a woman discarded by not one, but two noble men, and one whose legacy is not defined by her brains or by her skills or by the quality of her heart, but by her burning desire for revenge. And there is nothing more shameful than a woman who does not gracefully accept her fate, justified or otherwise.

For is it not true that all stories exist to be written anew?

Que linda frase!

Flawed architecture and lack of money might have contributed to the gaps in the walls and to the windows that didn’t close, but what the walls and the windows concealed ran deeper than blood.