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Verbal abuse is equally damaging as physical violence, because words can cut through, ones head and heart. It's time to identify and stop it.
Verbal abuse is equally damaging as physical violence, because words can cut through, ones head and heart and stay for a real long time. It’s time to identify and stop it.
One of the greatest miracles of life is to find someone who loves us deeply and passionately. Being a woman we have the same aspiration as any other human being to be loved fully and wholly. When our quest for authentic connection culminates after finding the right man, we surrender and entrust him with all that is ours.
There are some things though whose reins should always be in our hands. Our joy, our pride, our sense of self should always be our responsibility. It is difficult to make these distinctions as since childhood we have been fed by a rather unhealthy dose of various lessons to cultivate a resilient spirit and to bear certain injustices to wait for a man to be ‘domesticated’.
All the home schooling makes women forget that she is a lover and not a nanny with a full time job ready to bear the excesses of the same man with whom she shares her heart and bed with. Her love not only deserves be reciprocated but also celebrated.
All the glorious women out there please remember that no man or woman is the custodian of your body and spirit except for you. No matter what the world instructs you, raise your voice the first time. Don’t take accept a single abuse hurled at you, physical or verbal. You matter and your love matters.
Love Matters India, a multimedia platform gives information about love, sex and relationships. They are running the initiative #BearNoMore which is a campaign against intimate partner violence. You can join the campaign and make your voice heard here.
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Can you believe this bloke compelled me to wear only saris - full time at home- till the eighth month of my pregnancy?! The excessive heat coupled with humidity made my life miserable.
Recently when I browsed an interesting post by a fellow author on this very forum I had a sense of déjà vu. She describes the absolutely unnecessary hullabaloo over ladies donning nighties and /or dupatta –less suits.
I wish to narrate how I was in dire straits so far wearing a ‘nightie’ was concerned.
I lived in my ultra orthodox sasural under constant surveillance of two moral guardians (read Taliban) in the shape of the husband’s mom and dad. The mom was unschooled and dim-witted while the dad was a medical practitioner. But he out-Heroded the Herod in orthodoxy.
Her mother pulled her hand and made her sit on the bed. “How can you behave like nothing happened, dear? Your whole life is ruined now!”
Trigger Warning: Implications of rape and assault and suicidal ideation.
“Come with me, my love.” His charming smile and mesmerizing eyes would lead anyone to walk behind him. She was different. “You need me Sirisha,” he was desperate.
“I said, get out,” she stood stubbornly.
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