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It is a fallacy that women are weak. Women are strong in ways that no one can guess, not until they need to draw on that strength to build their selves.
You could not wait
to grow up and live your
wildest dreams and funny nightmares.
to transform from
an unsure girl to a determined woman.
to read books that weren’t meant for you
and write poems that ruined you.
to understand the difference
between being loved and loving someone.
to get your hands dirty
or fall for the one who left you in the dark.
to get your heart broken or meet failure
at a crossroads, you knew so well.
You could not wait.
You just could not.
But you do not have to be that woman.
You do not have to be the woman
who lets someone write her story,
who gives up on her dreams because of a gory nightmare,
who waits for someone to resurrect her broken tower.
For you were born to build.
Even if you are building alone.
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Just a storyteller making memories. Curly. Part obnoxious, part delusional. Prefers books to people. Lives for words and coffee. Plans to go on a holiday every month, and fails miserably. read more...
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As he stood in front of his door, Nishant prayed that his wife would be in a better mood. The baby thing was tearing them apart. When was the last time he had seen his wife smile?
Veena got into the lift. It was a festival day, and the space was crammed with little children dressed in bright yellow clothes, wearing fancy peacock feather crowns, and carrying flutes. Janmashtami gave her the jitters. She kept her face down, refusing to socialize with anyone.
They had moved to this new apartment three months ago. The whole point of shifting had been to get away from the ruthless questioning by ‘well-wishers’.
“You have been married for ten years! Why no child yet?”
I huffed, puffed and panted up the hill, taking many rest breaks along the way. My calf muscles pained, my heart protested, and my breathing became heavy at one stage.
“Let’s turn back,” my husband remarked. We stood at the foot of Shravanbelagola – one of the most revered Jain pilgrimage centres. “We will not climb the hill,” he continued.
My husband and I were vacationing in Karnataka. It was the month of May, and even at the early hour of 8 am in the morning, the sun scorched our backs. After visiting Bangalore and Mysore, we had made a planned stop at this holy site in the Southern part of the state en route to Hosur. Even while planning our vacation, my husband was very excited at the prospect of visiting this place and the 18 m high statue of Lord Gometeshwara, considered one of the world’s tallest free-standing monolithic statues.
What we hadn’t bargained for was there would be 1001 granite steps that needed to be climbed to have a close-up view of this colossal magic three thousand feet above sea level on a hilltop. It would be an understatement to term it as an arduous climb.
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