When aspirations lead the way, there is no stopping you!
I know how to cope…there are thousands of reasons that re-kindles my hope.
It is me who embodies fun, joy, happiness and laughter,
Brave are my thoughts…I am a warrior, I am a fighter.
My hands can comfort…my words can soothe,
I can embrace my aching heart…who said? Life is going to be smooth.
There’s no wound that I cannot heal,
Putting up broken pieces together is not a big deal.
I have powers that are divine and agile,
I will surely emerge stronger after a while.
I can build my own throne,
And can walk for miles alone.
I hear skylark singing all clear and loud,
A glittery new pair of wings is what I have found.
I aspire to conquer all my fears and make my life worthwhile,
For I am that girl who knows how to smile. 😊
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This strange love story reminds me of Princess Diana when she gave an interview about Prince Charles - "There were three of us in this marriage!”
This love was flawed and broken the way only we humans know how to break things with our ego, pride, insecurity and complexities!
Where do I even begin to tell the story of how deep a love can be, how it transcends time, place and people. Perhaps this is a story about how women are their own worst enemies. Either way it is a story that tells us how frail, fragile and fraught we are as humans and how much we hurt each other.
This love story began when I was two years old. Growing up in India in a culture that wove love stories like Laila Majnu, Heer Ranjha and the epic symbol of love, the Taj Mahal, into the very fabric of our existence, love was always an integral part of our lives.
One such love story was of a boy and a girl who were neighbours. The boy, an athlete, artist and a poet, found his muse in this shy, thoughtful and in her own way poetic girl, who seemed to worship the very ground he walked on. Her face could be found in all the paintings he created, and her name in every poem he wrote. The girl called him Sagar, which means ocean, symbolizing his all-encompassing love for her.
Earlier my husband would say, 'Arey! What is there in making dal-roti? It's so simple.' After he had to cook everyday when I was ill, he has stopped saying that to me!
“Arey! What is there to do in making dal roti? Put a handful of lentils in the cooker and let it whistle and make two rotis. After all, how long will it take?” A handful of dal (lentils) and two rotis! This is the story of every woman and no one seems to understand.
Some time ago, after a shopping spree, my husband and I entered the house, exhausted. I had just about kept all the bags aside, when my husband said, “I am very hungry, can you make something.”
I looked at my husband in amazement and thought, ‘He had just had food, how did he get hungry again so soon?’
My husband, as if he had read my face, said, “Arey! You know that my stomach is not filled with outside food. Just make dal roti. What is there to do in making dal roti? Put a handful of lentils in the cooker and let it whistle and make two rotis. After all, how long will it take?”
‘Is this the way dal (lentils) and roti are made?’ The thought came to my mind. ‘After all, I also went along and now I am tired too.’ I was also getting angry at myself that after all, I had spoiled the habit of everyone in the house.
I'm locked up at home with my very clearly queerphobic parents who think I'm going to definitely marry a boy they find for me from our caste... I'll come out when I can support myself.
I’m locked up at home with my very clearly queerphobic parents who think I’m going to definitely marry a boy they find for me from our caste… I’ll come out when I can support myself.
I opened my Liked Songs playlist on my music app. I smile to myself seeing that the song up top is ‘Pussy is God’. It’s followed by a list of about 10-15 recently discovered queer songs. I realised that I find reassurance in these songs, and that got me thinking about how I went from “LGB whaa…” to “Am an ally only… am deffo straight” to finally “I am queer.”
It’s really great that I get to listen to so many songs that portray queer love in all forms and emotions- happy, sad, lust- everything. But there is of course a flip side to listening to them. With earphones on, not being too ‘gay’ about it, definitely not singing out the lyrics loudly in a brown household.
Naah.. this ain’t a closeted teenager writing her angst, desperate for some help. This is a closeted young adult (19 is legally adult, please!) just trying to figure out if it’s all the same for fellow queers.
An Indian mom feels blessed about having two daughters.But she wonders when society will stop viewing girl children as a burden.
“You can see your baby in a few minutes,” said the reassuring voice behind the white mask. The voice belonged to the anesthetist just after he administered the epidural and declared me ready for my c-sec, to deliver my second child.