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Childhood is the original and primary sculpture of any living being as to how one’s whole life would be shaped. The memories of it is not only physical or mental but also spiritual.
The manifold experiences of this childhood either makes your life an amazing place or leaves to be a dark passage. Sometimes, a dwelling of mixed experiences and my life is one of that.
Each memory cropped in the primitive years of my life has helped me in some way. Not necessarily all those brought only pleasantness but surely enriched my learning. The description of childhood remains pointless till a mother is mentioned in it. The reason for my existence was her decision. So, my story and memory will always revolve around my mother in some way.
Well, the early age allergies and sickness played a significant role in my life too. There was a small accumulation in my nose when I was probably six or seven years old. This always hindered my smooth breathing process. I consistently sighed while speaking. So, parents had to take me to a couple of pediatricians to find out the right reason. The diagnosis from everywhere ended up in a prescription of a small bottle of nasal drops. It was needed to be continued for coming few months.
As a kid, even if the medicine tasted like honey; psychologically it was always unpleasant. So the drama continued here too. Parents had to go through a lot of uphill tasks to land those two drops into my little nose, that too twice a day.
That’s where logic and magic of a mother cames to the rescue. My mother was known to bake the tastiest of cakes. These were always baked on special occasions. Whenever she baked them the magical aroma filled the home and all the complaints were melted into the heat of that cake. So this instance was no different. She baked it once again now without any occasion.
Before the nasal drop reached its destination, a piece of that freshly baked cake was tossed into my mouth by my mother. The aroma of the cake reached my nose later the taste of it was felt.
Hang on! The story doesn’t end here. The little mind couldn’t comprehend that it’s the cake which tastes great not the drops. The child started requesting for the nasal drops on an unscheduled time. The worry of a mother is still on…
Dedicated to all the mothers including me.
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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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