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This slice-of-life poem speaks about the changing nature of love, and how external factors might affect it. Is it possible to fall in love again?
I still remember, how my mother watered the plants every morning,
Her beautiful golden hair shining bright in the sun
She sang and swayed with her own melodies….and I watched!
I watched and wondered what she thought; she always seemed to be in love.
And that’s when I knew….I was just like her!
I would spend night after night looking outside the window
Staring deeply into the moon’s face,
Trying to find an image of the boy I was going to meet soon
And I did meet him, one day, amongst the tall walls of books … we had picked up the same one
It was my moment of magic, the first time I had looked into a boys eyes and felt my heart stuck in my throat
The summer saw us, it saw our love, it saw the first kiss and the first touch
And the whispers passed on from summer to summer
Innocence came of age and love grew stronger
But things changed…
I was still as madly in love and he had gotten used to it
Love is not always enough he once told me,
And didn’t see it still flowing through my mind body and soul
His days got filled with paperwork and nights with tiredness
And I still managed to meet him in the day and dream about him in the night
Too stubborn to let go off the feeling of still being in love….with him!
He did take his vows seriously and said I was the most beautiful bride
It was the day I had been waiting for, for so long
And he knew it would come anyway
Life changed, yet it did not change anything
I was still crazy in love and thought would get crazier with time
Time taught me what family meant, and what it meant to have one with the one you love
I held my world in my palm, and did everything I always knew I would do
I was a wife and a mother, a strength and a support
I was everything, but, in love
Life went one and I fought to be in love
He still stood by me, he still held my hand
But, now it was to help me walk, not to make me fall in love
And the girl in me still searched his eyes for the boy she had fell in love with
I have lived my life, still living, but without him
He did not keep his promise, he was not the first one to leave
I just have to wait now, I will be done soon and hopefully meet him again
To look in his eyes once again and once again to fall in love
Image source: divided couple holding hands by Shutterstock.
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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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