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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.
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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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