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Building a home despite challenges and creating new life is such a beautiful thing, something that the poet shares with us.
In the old lanes of Bareilly Lies a story Not inside any book, not of a human Neither any tale of dev-or-devi
The story takes me back To my home With big black iron gates And an aagan with a gudhal tree
O yes! I remember it all
On a sultry summer noon He came with a twig in his beak Hopped around a bit And placed it on the kitchen vent very carefully
Soon came she Flapping her tiny wings around Scrutinizing the verandah Yes! we were about to have an extension in our family
I stood there I watched them Hiding behind the brown curtain Thinking, “are they going to live here?”
The two architects were at work now Raising an abode out of dried shoots, Some broken roots, feathers and string Even putting papers for lining
She used to sit in her nest He used to bring her some bread An excitement filling the air And their chirping became a routine
Then came the month of June Thirsty earth tasted the fresh monsoon But that night looked dangerous As the boon showers turned thunderous
In that storm I heard her a few times My heart gasped Were the two love-birds fine?
The next dawn was quite Deprived of the song of the very first light Still cocooned in my bed, I waited and pleaded O please! cheer me with your chirr-up
The moments seemed to have stopped As the time moved only inside the clock And then a fine call broke the silence Filling the moment with love, hope and innocence
The vigor of new souls Took away the listlessness of earth The next few days in my home Were full of jollity and verve
In the old lanes of my city On that roaring night Life planted itself On that kitchen vent of that pastel blue kothi
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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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