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Children reflect what they see. A teacher visits a student's home to make this point. Watch this thought provoking video.
Children reflect what they see. A teacher visits a student’s home to make this point. Watch this thought provoking video.
Children are like mirrors. They reflect everything that they see, which will finally make them the adult they become. No child is born violent. It is what he/she absorbs makes him/her what he/she becomes. Before the society, education or even authority figures take up, it is home where the child learns. As a parent or guardian, it is important to be conscious about what we are exposing our children to.
In this very thought provoking video, a teacher visits a student’s home to say something very important. Watch this video, reflect, share and do talk about it next time you meet a parent. You can change someone’s life.
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There are many mountains I need to climb just to be, just to live my life, just to have my say... because they are mountains you've built to oppress women.
Trigger Warning: This deals with various kinds of violence against women including rape, and may be triggering for survivors.
I haven’t climbed a literal mountain yet
Was busy with the metaphorical ones – born a woman
Fighting for the air that should have come free
And I am one of the privileged ones, I realize that
Yet, if I get passionate, just like you do
I will pay for it – with burden, shame, – and possibly a life to carry
So, my mountains are the laws you overturn
My mountains are the empty shelves where there should have been pills
When people picked my dadi to place her on the floor, the sheet on why she lay tore. The caretaker came to me and said, ‘Just because you touched her, one of the men carrying her lost his balance.’
The death of my grandmother shattered me. We shared a special bond – she made me feel like I was the best in the world, perfect in every respect.
Apart from losing a person who I loved, her death was also a rude awakening for me about the discrimination women face when it comes to performing the last rites of their loved ones.
On January 23 this year, I lost my 95 year old grandmother (dadi) Nirmala Devi to cardiac arrest. She was that one person who unabashedly praised me. The evening before her death she praised the tea I had made and said that I make better tea than my brother (my brother and I are always competing about who makes the best chai).
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