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So Valentine's Day is here, and you have got your gifts of chocolate and flowers from your beloved? Here's to a month of sinful indulgence, then!
So Valentine’s Day is here, and you have got your gifts of chocolate and flowers from your beloved? Here’s to a month of sinful indulgence, then!
The girls were finally asleep. I had been trying to steal out some time before hubby arrived. Of course I had to do it before he was back from office. The long wait for him to return home, day after day, everyday was a torment I refused to suffer any longer. He was the only one responsible in urging me on in seeking solace in the sin. It had to be a hush-hush affair.
I did feel remorseful. It felt unforgivable. But it felt sublime. It had been a month of worthless attempts of suppressing my desire every single night. I gave in. I had to. Or maybe, I really wanted to!
A glimpse itself was enough to send the endorphin rush through my body. I only wanted to feel it more after that moment every time. The first time was already over. But the satisfaction was equally heavenly after each encounter.
I longed for a different experience everyday. Awfully sweet, nastily bitter and surprisingly crunchy. I was head over heels for the variety. It simply did away with my routine monotony.
The best part was, only the initiation needed to be mine. The rest was taken care of. It was my zest solely.
But why do good things come to an end? So soon. I knew it was going to happen some day, but why today?
I had eaten my last chocolate already!
Hey, wait. You have not turned over to another article. I was talking about the box of deluxe assortment of fine chocolates hubby got for me on his last official trip! Since Valentine’s Day was so near…
My daughters are still too young to appreciate and relish fine chocolates. Although they never like anything apart from candies and milk chocolate, God knows why they can’t stand me enjoying my chocolate for two teeny weeny minutes. Besides my better half and I being hardcore chocoholics, who would want to share that heavenly thing with anyone, anyway? So it had to be my sinful secret indulgence for that month.
And what were you thinking…?
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UP Boards Topper Prachi Nigam was trolled on social media for her facial hair; our obsession with appearance is harsh on young minds.
Prachi Nigam’s photo has been doing the rounds on social media for the right reasons. Well, scratch that- I wish the above statement were true. This 15-year-old girl should ideally be revelling in her spectacular achievement of scoring a whopping 98.05% and topping her tenth-grade boards. But oddly enough, along with her marks, it’s something else that garners more attention – her facial hair.
While the trolls are driving themselves giddy by mocking this girl who hasn’t even completed her school yet, the ones who are taking her side are going one step ahead – they are sharing her photoshopped pictures, sans the facial hair, looking nothing less than a celebrity with captions saying – “Prachi Nigam, ten years later”.
Doctors have already diagnosed her with PCOD in their comments, based on photographic evidence. While we have names for people shamed for their weight – body shaming, for their skin colour- racism, for their age- age shaming, for being a female- sexism, this category of shaming where one faces criticism for their appearance has no name. With that, it also has zero shame attached to it.
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