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An abortion can be a harrowing experience for a woman, scarring her for ever. A poignant portrayal of a mother's loss, in this short poem.
An abortion can be a harrowing experience for a woman, scarring her for ever. A poignant portrayal of a mother’s loss, in this short poem.
Something inside me died today, Churning my insides into a rage. Unacknowledged screams of an acknowledged silence, A bastard unborn, forgotten.
Melancholy set inside of me today, Turning this room into a cage. My insides lie on a plate like a frozen dish served, An underbelly of a weeping willow bellowing from under below.
An existentialists heaven draws lines, The non believer overlooks. The tell tale signs of a love forsaken, The death of that dying within.
They danced that day, they plastered a sinister smile, On a face painted gay growing morose over a while. The wildflowers bloomed, the mocking Jay ‘jayed’, It was a happy day for both the dying and the dead.
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If her MIL had accepted her with some affection, wouldn't they have built a mutually happier relationship by now?
The incident took place ten years ago.
Smita could visit her mother only in summers when her daughter had school holidays. Her daughter also enjoyed meeting her Nani, and both of them had done their reservations for a week. A month before their visit, her husband told her, “My mom is coming for 4-5 months!”
Smita shuddered. She knew the repercussions. She would have to hear sarcastic comments from her mother-in-law for visiting her mother. She may make these comments directly only a bit, but her servants would be flooded with the words, “How horrible she is! She leaves me and goes!”
Are we so swayed by star power and the 'entertainment' quotient of cinema that satisfies our carnal instincts that we choose to ignore our own subconscious mind which always knows what is right and what is wrong?
Trigger Warning: This has graphic descriptions of violence and may be triggering to survivors and victims of violence.
Do you remember your first exposure to an extremely violent act or the aftermath of a violent act?
I am pretty sure for most of us it would be through cinema. But I remember very vividly my first exposure to aftermath of an unbelievably grotesque violent act in real life. It was as a student at a Dental College and Hospital.
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