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This is in memory of the sister who left the world too early choosing death instead of life at a young age. For sometimes, love poisons...
This is in memory of the sister who left the world too early choosing death instead of life at a young age. For sometimes, love poisons…
Why is it that we choose to end the trauma of our lives by taking such an extreme step? Why do we have that mute instruction to not talk about our mental health?
Perhaps, daughters are never taught to speak for their rights and they continue being unloved and ignored. Some of them choice-less, helpless and dependent, bow down to their destiny whereas a few end up in the most undesirable way. Love may inspire, enthral or uplift, but it also does agonize, break and poison our lives.
She lay beside me In quietude Stock, still and calm Draped in colorful ensemble All set for a farewell To another world
A frazzled soul’s transition Into a motionless body More defunct, than the Lifeless landscapes of the moon
The spring never arrived To end the longest autumn of her life And she chose to cease The traumatic journey of her existence
A concoction of pesticides Conveniently terminated The prolonged era of depression Otherwise withheld by Prescriptions, pills and assurances
‘They’ had failed to detect The overflowing magma of her agony So she deserted life Like the snakes shed their skin The’ Ecdysis of Love’ And all its synonyms
For the six year old Bereaving his Mother’s untimely exit Was the only resort But for the six month old There wouldn’t be any memories
And I am left with none Cuddles, hugs, scuffles, secrets Aimless conversations She has departed forever My wilful accomplice My pal, my ideal My soul sibling
Her silent goodbye A painful blow to our fallacy That daughters should drag on being unloved Only to find solace In the arms of death
I wonder If love strengthens It does shatter And yes Love poisons too!
If you or anyone you know is feeling suicidal, here are some of the helplines available in India. Please call.
Aasra, Mumbai: 022-27546669
Sneha, Chennai: 044-2464 0050
Lifeline, Kolkata: 033-2474 4704
Sahai, Bangalore: 080–25497777
Roshni, Hyderabad: 040-66202000, 040-66202001
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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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