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A hard-hitting poem about a victim of violence who despite the brutal act will rise like a phoenix.
Whenever and wherever I raise my eyes, Violence is ready to show its ugly head.
How hard I try to avoid it, Its devil eyes never stopped following me.
How can I walk back to home? Violence is scattered all over the roads!
Its edges are sharp like a broken glass, See, I’m bleeding red throughout.
I swear I fought till my last breath, But, failed to release from the tight grasp of its tentacles.
It penetrated deep into my body, But, it paralyzed my mind.
A blood red tear trickled down my eyes in silence, But the mob bypassed it, just like another casual incident.
How can one be so cruel? How can one ignore the innocence dribbling down my face?
How can one turn a blind eye to my oozing wounds? How can one turn a deaf ear to my piercing screams?
Doesn’t it make you freeze?
I was asked to keep my mouth shut, Hide under the blanket of ignorance.
Does silence deserve more respect than my self-esteem? Is keeping quiet more convenient than speaking my heart out?
Does suffering seem more important than claiming my space?
Don’t show your cold-shoulder to me, I need answers
Will turning my back bring down the nuisance? Will limiting my boundaries solve the issue?
Stop marching with candles in your hands, Please go and teach some morals to your sons too!
Because how hard you try to stop me, I’m still going to fly with my broken wings! I’m still going to fly with my broken wings!
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Founder of 'Soch aur Saaj' | An awarded Poet | A featured Podcaster | Author of 'Be Wild Again' and 'Alfaaz - Chand shabdon ki gahrai' Rashmi Jain is an explorer by heart who has started on a voyage read more...
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Neena was the sole caregiver of Amma and though one would think that Amma was dependent on her, Neena felt otherwise.
Neena inhaled the aroma that emanated from the pan and took a deep breath. The aroma of cumin interspersed with butter transported her back to the modest kitchen in her native village. She could picture her father standing in the kitchen wearing his white crisp kurta as he made delectable concoctions for his only daughter.
Neena grew up in a home where both her parents worked together in tandem to keep the house up and running. She had a blissful childhood in her modest two-room house. The house was small but every nook and cranny gave her memories of a lifetime. Neena’s young heart imagined that her life would follow the same cheerful course. But how wrong she was!
When she was sixteen, the catastrophic clutches of destiny snatched away her parents. They passed away in a road accident and Neena was devastated. Relatives thronged her now gloomy house and soon it was decided that she should be married off.
Menopause is a reality in women's lives, so Indian workplaces need to gear up and address women's menopausal needs.
Picture this: A seasoned executive at the peak of her career suddenly grapples with hot flashes and sleep disturbances during important meetings. She also battles mood swings and cognitive changes, affecting her productivity and confidence. Eventually, she resigns from her job.
Fiction? Not really. The scenario above is a reality many women face as they navigate menopause while meeting their work responsibilities.
Menopause is the time when a woman stops menstruating. This natural condition marks the end of a woman’s reproductive years. The transition brings unique physical, emotional, and psychological changes for women.
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