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Autumn. Fall. The pleasant time before winter sets in, when the festive season blooms in all its glory. Not just in India, but in most countries.
The crunchy red leaves, the rustling breeze beckon to me as I lazily lie, ensconced in the silence of a fall afternoon. My constant companion stubbornly refuses to leave my side. Soulful melodies from a legend gone long ago drown our ears. In candid confidence, we make a promise to traverse the miles, ten thousand and more, to random places here and there. Our silent footsteps unheard in the hustle and bustle of that busy town we left ages ago. We catch a glimpse of Grandpa with his glasses under the porch in his rocking chair, happily reciting the sermons and hymns that are his life’s core. Across the majestic river, walking on the white sands, we bow in prayerful reverence to Lord Krishna, tenderly nestled in that temple of yore. Tangy and spicy, the savory snacks at the street side joints pamper our tastebuds as we relive the crazy antics of adolescent years. The evening, illuminated by the lamps lit on Diwali night, brings smiles and cheer as we rejoice. And at the end, through those narrow alleys we gather under a roof where familial fondness gladdens our hearts, wrapping us in heavenly joy! A long stretch we walked today, hand in hand. A sweet exhaustion descends as we come back to the cradle of the present time. Nostalgia, are you a dirty liar as they call you? Not for me! My constant companion, you drenched me in those moments that I had clung on to now and then with obstinate firmness. A lurking desire I have to go back once again to those seconds, minutes, hours we sojourned, while you lull my senses with the pleasant warmth of autumn bliss.
A version of this was first published here.
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Rashmi Bora Das is a freelance writer settled in the suburbs of Atlanta. She has a master’s degree in English from India, and a second master’s in Public Administration from the University of read more...
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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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