Author - Payal Kapoor

Two friends, one dressed in white and one in red, are standing side by side. They are sharing a pair of earphones. One one side, there is a phone and on the other, a laptop. On top, between their respective heads, there is a fishbowl full of flowers. They are against a pattern of yellow and blue tiles.

As a visually impaired woman, I navigate two worlds

Among my nondisabled friends, I find myself choosing my words carefully.

The illustration is divided into three panels. The one on the left shows a woman working on her laptop in a room with a red curtain and from the window we see a brightly lit sky. Next to her is a lamp and some documents in Braille. In the centre panel, there is a woman in a yellow dress with a plate full of food in her hands. She is surrounded by people, tinted in blue who are engrossed in each other, some looking at her but not talking to her. In the panel on the right, a woman wearing a red dress is seated in a meeting room with blue walls as another woman who is standing at the door, looks on her and frowns.

I’m blind, not invisible

The non-disabled want to talk about us, but not with us.

A woman with brown eyes, who is wearing a pink kurta, and lime green salwar and dupatta, walks looking straight head. Her hair is flying behind her, and she is holding what looks like a boarding pass with one hand, while she wheels a large red suitcase with the other. In the background, a huge window shows one plane taking off, while one waits on the tarmac. On the airport walls ahead of the woman, there is a mural depicting a cupcake, a laptop, a book, and a briefcase.

Rising from the ashes: How I rebuilt my life after I left my abusive husband

The uphill trudge was slow, but it was totally worth it.

The illustration is a collage, with a picture of half a woman's face on the top right hand side. She has a nose-ring on. On the bottom right, there are drawings of the venus flytrap. To the left, there are drawings of several objects, including brooms, a dustpan, a radio, a television, and instant noodles.

The Venus flytrap: The story of a marriage

The more I used my voice, the worse I was treated.