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You write your own story and are the master of your own destiny. What happens with your life is for you to decide!
I could be a story of despair
If I chose to compare myself with others,
I can be a story of misery
If I complain and do nothing for the things which bothers,
If I take a few steps
I will reach somewhere
I if sit and wait for the right day
It might take forever
An idea is just a step away from becoming a reality
A dream is ready to take that leap of faith if you blend it with your morality
As we breathe in and out,
As we log in and log out
We connect, we disconnect
From the world and its intricacies
From the vulnerable realities and deep atrocities
Remember, rising above all the odds is always possible,
it is just for you to decide.
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Trigger warning: This has sexual abuse, victim blaming, and gaslighting, and may be triggering to survivors.
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“How are we doing on our goals for 2018?”
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Today, I am glad to be aware enough to write this article. It took me months to decide whether I should come out with this story, which I encountered months back.
I may sound gender biased, or a feminist. But it’s absolutely fine, because I have encountered the scenarios in a much finer, detailed way; so I understand what exactly the reality is. It’s not that I know it all, it’s just that I have known and seen a lot, with a lot more left unseen. I am not unaware, and above all, because I am a woman myself, I have the right to take a stand on it.