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This very visual poetry says, that when a woman begins to value herself and think of her own happiness too, miracles do happen!
It’s quarter to eight, he ain’t coming, He shouldn’t be this late, “I’ll just make it MY evening”
So I headed to the closet and picked out my dress, My favorite one it must be, the black satin where the roses are redder than red, And while I was at it, I pouted at the mirror, And let the velvet lipstick do me her favor.
A few moments later, it was the 3 of us My wine, my music, and me of course. As my hips swayed and the notes floated through the air, And my shoulders kissed my loose curls of hair, I was in love, in that moment right there. Perching myself on the moonlit window, I wrote in my notebook, “I am beautiful And oh silver night, so are you”.
Then when I turned, I got the start of my life. He was right there, right in front of my eyes. “Hell no! how did you get here” said me, quite aghast “They don’t call me happiness for nothin’, baby”, When you invite me… I will show up
I got here when you picked out that dress, You do look quite something with those roses that are redder than red, And to your favorite song when you tuned in, I said to myself, It’s time to settle in. And when your hips began to sway, I decided I wasn’t going away, well not tonight anyway. I’ll be here whenever you tune into you, I’ll be here when you dance your dance, I’ll be here when to experience bliss, You give yourself a chance…
“Fine”, I said settling in beside him, “I guess you will be staying for dinner then”. ….And that’s how happiness and I started dating again.
A version of this was first published on the author’s Facebook page.
Image source: a still from the movie Manmarziyaan
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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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