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"Life should never be spent caged inside a box. Sometimes life knocks us down lower than we have ever been, before we are able to stand up again- taller- than we have ever been". When life gives you lemon, make lemonande!
“Life should never be spent caged inside a box. Sometimes life knocks us down lower than we have ever been, before we are able to stand up again- taller- than we have ever been”. When life gives you lemon, make lemonande!
“You have lost your spark Sneha. This is not why I married you. Remember how we used to take spontaneous vacations, go on long drives and get sloshed on weekends. Now you are always tired and whiny”, Avinash had rambled on that fateful night five years ago.
“Avi I left my job to manage home, take care of your parents and our kids, one with learning disability. You can’t expect me to be cheerful always”, Sneha sobbed, tears flowing down her eyes.
“This is not how I pictured my life. I can’t spend the rest of my future caged inside a box. Roohi makes me feel alive”. Avinash had walked out, without looking back, leaving behind a broken home and shattered Sneha.
Seven years later, as Sneha was about to finish her acceptance speech on receiving the very prestigious ‘Sashakt Naari Award’ from the Chief Minister of the state, she caught a glimpse of her estranged husband from the corner of her eye. A few minutes before the ceremony started, Avinash had apologized to her and begged Sneha to accept him back in her life. Sneha reminisced how tough the journey had been to gain confidence, stand on her feet, and make peace with her situation until she had arrived where she was at present. In clear terms Sneha told Avinash that her life was now full and there was no space left for him anymore.
“And finally I would like to thank my ex-husband for teaching me that life should never be spent caged inside a box. Sometimes life knocks us down lower than we have ever been, before we are able to stand up again- taller- than we have ever been. I am blessed I could give wings to so many women deserted by their families to live a life of dignity and respect.”
As cameras flashed and crowd broke into a thunderous applause; two pair of eyes were wet again – one out of remorse and one with contentment.
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My house-help asked excitedly, “I am going for wedding. Can you let me wear your red & black saree? To be honest I was stumped for a moment; I didn’t know what to say but I still said yes.
I lent a gorgeous saree to my house-help for a wedding in her family. Soon I stated getting questions if I would wear that saree again or if I was okay to be seen wearing the same saree my house-help was wearing?
We are all so conditioned to give our used clothes to our house-helps but are we okay to wear the clothes they were wearing?
A few days ago she came excitedly to me, “I am going for a family wedding. I want to wear your red & black saree, Ill wash and give it to you after the function. Please can you let me wear it?”
Beauty is a very clever, very evil capitalist tool. It traps those who have it into hanging on to it for dear life and those who don't into mutilating, torturing themselves to achieve the unachievable.
I recently wrote a piece about MP Shashi Tharoor’s tweet in which he had shared a pic with six women parliamentarians tagging them and saying “Who says the Lok Sabha isn’t an attractive place to work?”
There was a rash of comments on the post shared on Instagram, which ranged from “chill, it’s just a compliment” and “stop overthinking compliments”, to (worried) men lamenting about “these feminazi”.
Here’s my answer to all those comments.
Sneha had long back stopped expecting support and encouragement from her marital family, but seeing this selfishness and obliviousness to her feelings from Sanjay left her shattered.
Sneha was looking at her wedding album, the photographs which should have brought a smile on her face only seemed to make her sullen. She kept looking at the photo of her dressed in bright red lehenga with ornate work. A heavy kundan necklace weighing down on her neck and the matching jhumkas hanging down from her earlobes only reminded her of the pain in her earlobes that troubled her for almost the next two days.
The photograph and memories of her wedding lehenga only made Sneha bitter. Even after a decade, she could not stop herself from thinking how much more pleasant this photograph would have been if only she could have worn the lilac silk saree and her mother’s pearl necklace. A dream she had cherished in a corner of her heart since she saw the saree in her mother’s cupboard for the first time at 17.
I know that. I know she’s always there for me. It’s because of her that I’m independent. Ambulatory albeit with crutches. And ambitious. She never let me pity myself. Never.
‘Our whole universe was in a hot dense state. Then nearly fourteen billion years ago, expansion started wait! The earth began to cool. The Autotrophs began to drool. Neanderthals developed tools, we built a wall. We built the pyramids, Maths, Science, History, Unravelling the mysteries. That all started with a BIG BANG! BANG!’
I woke up bobbing my head to my favorite theme song. The sun was yet to rise and after just three hours of sleep, I was ready to start cramming again. Today was the most important day in my life.