Kamala Das hails from India and is famous for her collection of short stories, poetry, and her famous Autobiography My Story.

The autobiography begins with Kamala Das and her family hybridizing in the customs of British culture. It is interesting and ironic that he accepted European rulers with bonhomie.

She talks about her and her brother being bullied by whites at school. Does it contradict itself?

Again Kamala speaks of Indian patriotism. Her father asks her to get rid of all the ornaments and wear Khadi Saris.

Is she a confused soul? On the one hand, it accepts British rule and, on the other, it shows Indian patriotism.

Kamala has a wounded childhood. The behavior of his parents is contradictory. She describes her father as vulgar and her mother refined and sophisticated.

It is a political irony that I admire Hitler and Mussolini, whose photos are shown in the newspapers. They have turned out to be the worst tyrants in history.

Kamala Das talks about her childhood days of belonging to the literary cognoscenti family. It is very clear from her writings that she was highly Europeanized.

Kamala Das loves her aunt and, upon her death, she found many poems dedicated to Krishna.

It is an interesting fact that while he was in school, a girl named Devaki wrote him a love letter. In reality, the reality is that Kamala did not know sexuality until marriage.

Kamala Das talks about her great-uncle, an avid reader and collector of books. She also mentions him joining the theosophical movement. Is your narrative a fashionable cosmetic? After deconstruction, the texts are covered from being interpreted. Claims of intellectualism can be a sham.

Kamala Das recalls her life experiences at boarding school. This was a moment when he became infatuated. She always dreamed of being a princess. His mind was clouded with thoughts of fetish narcissism. From a very young age he embraced the idea of ​​bourgeois capitalism.

It is interesting to note Kamala’s transition to adolescence. When she had her period, she thought she was going to die. His mother laughed out loud and handed him sanitary pads.

I admire Kamala Das for not having any color of religious prejudice. Much of his father’s staff were Muslims. When the Hindu Muslim riots broke out, she vociferously opposed these riots.

Kamala in a narrative relates to a young man who visited her, a charming intellectual who was in love with her and who kissed her on the lips. It was an epiphany of accepting one’s sexuality.

Kamala recalls that when she was young, she was forced to marry. Her husband was a lewd and rude creature, to his disappointment, she was very romantic. Kamala talks about her first night when she was literally raped by her husband.

Her husband was a beastly character. There is a case where he locked the firstborn in the kitchen as punishment and had to stay there all night.

There is a moment in her life when she almost goes crazy. It is quite clear that she was soul-wounded with the heart of poetry.

Kamala talks about many experiences that made her a writer. One is the bestiality of her husband in wanting to loot her in bed. This was too hard a rope for her. Then came the sights and smells of Calcutta. He was moved to see the eunuchs dancing in the street. Numerous were the sexual escapades. All his life he was searching for the ideal love. I was in conflict with love and confused about the difference between platonic and erotic love. Yes, Kamala Das was shameless in violating the shibboleths of Kerala culture.

There was a case in the life of Kamala, after the publication of her autobiography, My Story, she separated from her husband.