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#Poetry. An evocative poem about a widowed woman in her 50s, whose children have flown the nest - and one day she finds that only she can make or break her life.
#Poetry. An evocative poem about a widowed woman in her 50s, whose children have flown the nest – and one day she finds that only she can make or break her life.
What is the purpose of my life, I would often wonder. Fifty two years of my life I spent in the presence of loved ones, life hardly ever did meander.
The joys of being a wife and a mother were unparalleled, Never ever in my duties I stumbled.
My husband was the love of my life and my children, source of my pride, Days were longer but years seemed shorter and I took everything in my stride.
Time flew away like the winter wind, jostling away with it those moments of joy, when I braided my little girl’s hair and heard squeals of mischief from my boy.
Alas, the children grew up into opinionated beings and their friends became their extension. They loved me alright but everything on my part amounted to intervention.
Once they flew from our nest, reaching out to their calling, me and my husband though lonely were not stalling.
We planned carefree trips that could not be taken amidst the compelling nine to five job, when we became oblivious to the fact that we were once each other’s heartthrob.
But, life had different offerings, a sudden heart attack and he left me a little too soon. It seemed as if life would henceforth sing a morbid tune.
As I began to give in to my sorrow, As I ceased to see dreams of a bright ‘morrow, As I was on the threshold of turning the final pages of my life, A voice was heard from within. I was alive.
I could either choose comfort or choose courage and I chose the latter. My bundled up emotions stopped their frivolous chatter.
I rekindled my old passion and it gave me a reason at last, I buried my past and took control of my life’s mast.
Today, five years later, I am known for my sweet delicacies and cake They whet the appetite of young and old in that corner café near the serene lake.
Living is not that difficult after all You can either make or break.
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Meha has worked as a Business Analyst in an elite IT firm and as a full time professor in management colleges. Having earned an MBA degree in Human Resource Management and an MA degree in read more...
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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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