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Winter for me is at its best when you can't see but sniff the frosting air, dewdrops on my lashes and brows, rubbing my hands and then holding endless cups of tea.
I have always felt and now experienced that living abroad is far convenient compared to life in India, although there are day to day struggles but at the end of the day it still is like resting in your cocoon. But comes Diwali and we start missing the festivities back “home”, and that’s when tickets are booked for December. After all, how long can one stay in a cocoon! It’s time to come out of our comfort zone and fly, fly back home.
Being in India is like showering in love, family extends to neighbours and even though the men may argue over petty issues in the morning, the ladies share sweets in their afternoon gossip. Last year when I visited my family I looked at these relationships from an outsider’s view. I told my mom that people in India fight over petty things, while in abroad nobody cares who the neighbour is; nobody bothers you. But that’s the ‘coldness’ abroad, nobody bothers. They may look naive, but relationships are at their best in India, they are formed and like a rope they are twisted and twisted more until they bring two families closer so they go back unrolling themselves. Life abroad is all about achieving a routine and sticking to it, while in India people like to be involved in other’s lives and live more than just a normal routine.
Now living in Singapore (with Summer all year around) going back home in December for me means enjoying fog and everything about fog. Winter for me is at its best when you can’t see but sniff the frosting air, dewdrops on my lashes and brows, rubbing my hands and then holding endless cups of tea, and oh! how can I forget wearing two pairs of socks to keep me warm. A few days of no sun and then eagerly waiting for the sun to show up, and when it shows up, sunbathing and eating outdoors till I’m lazy to sleep on that warm sunny floor. But what’s more exciting than all this? Butter, homemade white butter melting on hot ‘Aaloo Parantha’.
Just that is the difference – life abroad is a block of butter and no matter how much you try to get you can but only cut a cube; and life back home is like mom-made butter, it comes in no shape and corners to be cut – and life is sure better when you can scoop.
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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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