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This poem, portraying a grieving mother, will move you.
Standing by the window
In the dead of night
Watching life go by
I suddenly realize
Death has touched me
When he took you away.
He touched my soul
He touched my heart
He scarred me for life
He tore me apart
And you?
Was he merciful to you?
Can you watch me from far,
When I look for you in the stars?
I find it hard to live
I wish I could die
And as if on cue
Our little angel cries.
He pulls me back
He pulls me to him
Where death tore me apart
My angel tells me to make a new start!
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Vidhya came home with Riya. She was surprised to see the same expectations from her that were before from having a child. Nothing had changed, and she felt that nothing would ever change.
Vidhya was just like any other normal girl who grew up reading Cinderella and Rapunzel, wishing to meet her Prince charming someday. Though not a topper, she scored well in school and college and fulfilled her parent’s dream by joining as HR in a reputed financial firm.
After she settled in her career path, her parents began their hunt to find the perfect groom and complete their responsibility in life. Finally, after seeking permission from the stars in her chart, they fixed her wedding with Rahul, who according to them, got a tick for most of their eligibility criteria. She obliged and got married to him as per their wish.
But what if you could highlight the pleasure of eating a mango? Mango-eating has always been the stuff slurpy, sloppy moments are made of.
Someone once said, ‘A little coitus never hoitus.’ Or, as a passage from an ancient Indian text says, ‘The horse and mare, the bull and deer, form the high union, while the horse and deer form the highest union. On the female side, the elephant and bull, the mare and hare, form low unions, while…’
Apparently, the animals represent people who are trying to have a union, that is, sex. This passage shows how the ancient Indians knew a thing or two about the birds and the bees and the hares and the mares. We had passion or kaam. And we had the Kama Sutra.
A differently abled woman shares her journey and concept of freedom. "Freedom is not given, it's my birthright" she quips. Read her story of courage.
When it comes to romance and relationships, or anything else in life, why is a differently abled woman urged to ‘compromise’?
This post is one of the part of a special series on #FreedomToBe, where we share stories about one’s relationship status and the judgement that often comes with it.
Freedom has always been an aspiration pivotal to an individual’s survival – not just physically but spiritually, mentally and on all the significant levels of one’s life. Being a differently abled woman in India, I have had a long and arduous struggle for freedom which had little to do with my own physical limitations. It was the burden of those horrific glances which at times questioned my very existence in certain places and at other times showed immense sympathy towards me.
A young woman describes her rendezvous with the realities of life and accepts that there are truths to life, we all have to live with.
Jethu’s (maternal aunt’s husband) family was our neighbor. Along with Jethu’s pensive smile, the unbound knowledge he had on every subject was his charisma. To discuss and debate on different topics with him was my favorite thing to do whenever I visited home. But, the news from Baba (my father) on 25th September 2010 about Jethu’s deteriorating health just shattered me. The time spent with him flashed in front of me. Again the next moment I thought, “Nah, everything shall be alright.” I guess this is how human brain work and well goes the saying, “Seeing is believing”.
Next morning, I and my best friend Sandy reached Thakurpukur Cancer Research Hospital (TCRH), West Bengal. The moment I started enquiring about the cabin where Jhetu was kept, a strange pain on the back of my neck stiffened me. “It is just because of the tedious journey?” was my thought. But as soon as I started moving towards his cabin my mind hinted, “Run away, you don’t want to face this.” The reason behind this was the notion I had about cancer – it occurs to people either genetically or because of unhealthy living. But here it was Jethu with every possible precaution and a disciplined life. Thinking all this I didn’t realize that Sandy had already located Jethu’s cabin. She beckoned me to come soon since the visiting hours were to end within fifteen minutes. Back to senses I rushed towards the cabin.
My heart sank. I saw the 6 feet healthy person who now looks like a mummy.Read Full Article
My heart sank. I saw the 6 feet healthy person who now looks like a mummy.