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This simple comic strip about love is about the kind of love that needs to come first - accepting yourself for the unique person you are.
This simple comic strip about love is about the kind of love that needs to come first – accepting yourself for the unique person you are.
We face tremendous pressure to fit into something we are not. Allegedly, that’s the only way to success. Everyday many people face this shame and mental abuse of not being “enough”.
Not good enough or smart enough or talented enough. We take up so much pressure and stress ourselves no end to become perfect, to make us able enough for our goals – but it’s like chasing our own tails.
But maybe we’ve got it all wrong.
Maybe we’ve got to customize success to who we are instead.
This is what led me to create this particular strip. If we could just relax, stop ostracizing ourselves, and take the time to discover ourselves instead- we would find that what we want right within our reach.
You don’t have to be exceptional physically or exceptional mentally; you just have to find acceptance for yourself. Accept and appreciate who you are and who others are. Limitations can be overcome. Chin up and walk ahead!
A version of this post was first published at the author’s blog
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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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