In a world that often forgets the quiet strength of its women, “She Who Made Me” is a return to softness, to fire, to the stories that linger in the folds of a grandmother’s saree and the smudged kajal of a tired mother’s eyes.This collection of poems is a tapestry of everyday goddesses, the girl who hums at dusk while sweeping, the woman writing letters from her kitchen shelf, the daughter becoming the sun her ancestors only dreamt of. It sings of jasmine after rain, broken bangles, unfinished diaries, and the sacred silence between heartbeats.These are not just poems. They are offerings.To the Indian woman, in all her bruised, brilliant glory.To you.