#CelebrateingtheRainbow at the workplace – share your stories of Pride!
I am the one, whom I seek. And I’m the one who can set me free.
I like the imperfections, while anything out of order makes me flinch.
The text has to be justified but anything too structured kills me inside.
The randomness of art is something I crave for, yet I love to go back to my age old structured texts at times.
Highly impulsive, I shun away people and yearn for them at the same time.
I love something and hate it the next second.
Dominant and submissive, constantly recreating a bubble around to maintain my sanity.
The tenacity prevails slowly and also it shudders me down to pieces occasionally.
Effortless at praising people and boosting their self esteem, but when it’s about me; I can’t tolerate any bad deed.
I am a machine, a resource and a walking commodity.
On some days, I want validation for my actions, and then there are days when I do whatever makes me happy.
Solitude is something that I enjoy the most, but on some days that empty chair has a haunting silence too loud to ignore.
There are days when all the thoughts come crashing together and in a fleeting second everything goes blank.
One of these days I love strolling the streets aimlessly. Wandering, exploring, fooling around and then there are days when that mask of perfection refuses to come off.
Proud of my flaws, I adore them secretly. Not to mention the fact that I question myself repeatedly.
Is it my caliber that I question, or my mere existence?
It took time and waves of failure and success to understand such a simple thing.I had to unlearn to be able to learn again.
I am the one, whom I seek. And I’m the one who can set me free.I am the darkness. I am the rainbow. I am where I am supposed to be.
Who am I? What am I?Oh! I can’t answer this in a spree.
A version of this was first published here.
Image via Pixabay
Development Communicator | Odissi Dancer | Feminist read more...
This post has published with none or minimal editorial intervention. Women's Web is an open platform that publishes a diversity of views, individual posts do not necessarily represent the platform's views and opinions at all times.
Stay updated with our Weekly Newsletter or Daily Summary - or both!
Can you believe this bloke compelled me to wear only saris - full time at home- till the eighth month of my pregnancy?! The excessive heat coupled with humidity made my life miserable.
Recently when I browsed an interesting post by a fellow author on this very forum I had a sense of déjà vu. She describes the absolutely unnecessary hullabaloo over ladies donning nighties and /or dupatta –less suits.
I wish to narrate how I was in dire straits so far wearing a ‘nightie’ was concerned.
I lived in my ultra orthodox sasural under constant surveillance of two moral guardians (read Taliban) in the shape of the husband’s mom and dad. The mom was unschooled and dim-witted while the dad was a medical practitioner. But he out-Heroded the Herod in orthodoxy.
My supervisor introduced me as a valuable member of the team, emphasizing my skills and contributions rather than focusing on my gender identity. This simple act set the tone for my experience in the workplace.
As a transwoman navigating the corporate world, I had encountered my fair share of discrimination and challenges. Transitioning without the support of my parents and having limited friendships in my personal life made the journey difficult and lonely. However, when I stepped into the office, something remarkable happened, I left behind the stress and negativity, embracing a space where I could truly be myself.
Joining the marketing team as a graphic designer, I was initially apprehensive about how my colleagues would react to my gender identity. But to my surprise, the atmosphere was welcoming and respectful from day one. My supervisor, Sarah, introduced me as a valuable member of the team, emphasizing my skills and contributions rather than focusing on my gender identity. This simple act set the tone for my experience in the workplace.
As I settled into my role, I discovered that my colleagues went out of their way to make me feel comfortable and included. They consistently used my correct name and pronouns, creating an environment where I could be authentically me. Being an introvert, making friends wasn’t always easy for me, but within this workplace, I found a supportive community that embraced me for who I truly am. The workplace became a haven where I could escape the stresses of my personal life and focus on my professional growth.
Please enter your email address