ena ganguly

ena ganguly (she/they) is a South Asian immigrant, born in Bihar, India and raised in Missouri City. A writer, editor, and facilitator, ena’s writing has been featured on Buzzfeed, BBC, The Austin Chronicle, and Prizer Arts and Letters. ena has served as the editor for Home-Making: On Belonging, Transience and Memory, in collaboration with the City of Austin’s Asian American Resource Center, and for SEARCH & FIND: An Unflinching Excavation of Coming of Age Stories, supported by Roots. Wounds. Words. and Carnegie Hall.

Other than working with organizations to support writers become authors, ena has written content for small businesses and nonprofits to bring character and voice to their branding.

ena graduated from the University of Texas at Austin with a Bachelor of Arts in Government and Humanities Honors, with a thesis on women’s work and labor laws in India. In her free time, ena loves to go on late-night taco runs with her partner and tries to be a better plant mom.

To follow her and her work, visit @enaganguly on Instagram!

erasure of feminine labor.

We give up

Our power

Slice off the

Magic

From our skin

Break the ties

Created between

Sisters

for men

to enjoy us

Digest us

One by one

Make a footrest

Out of our bodies

Use the flesh of our

Love

To get stronger

Day by day

Men get closer

To the stars

With their feet

On our shoulders

And when they

Decide

We have done

Our

D u t y

We are

pushed

Into the darkness

Raw, exposed,

Halved

We disappear

Without a witness

To testify.

hands..

I remember feeling scared of my body

As a child whose curves were sprouting

Outwards and upwards

In ways that could attract the wrong set

Of hands

The wrong set of

Intents

I remember growing up in ways that

Involved both lushness and razor edges

When darkness would mean as quick

And swift a touch

That was neither wanted nor invited in

But came to make a home out of my body

Any way

I remember laying my body out

In the dark

For years and

Years

Willing myself to understand

The difference between what is

Light and what is Void

A task I still have not completed

I remember being touched and wanting

To touch

But the deep river of fear flowed

Through my blood even then

Even when

I felt so safe in your arms

I still felt like a freight truck turning on its head.