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A smile vanished all the marks of tears on my face. A hope of living my dreams seeded in my heart.
On the first day of my marriage, I must specify ‘arranged marriage’ , everything was new for me…new house, new relations, a new person with whom I had to spend my whole life; but I didn’t know him at all. I was anxious and nervous.More than anything else, I was upset, as I had married an unknown man…and I was not mentally prepared to accept this relation….I had many dreams for my life…which were now broken….marriage wiped away all my hopes….and a life of household responsibilities was waiting for me on the next step.
I was sitting in the porch lost in the dreams which I had seen for my life, and which had no ways left to come true in my life now. A hopeless tear wetted my cheek. I heard a sudden sound of footsteps. I wiped off my face and got ready to give a fake smile. I turned back and saw my husband standing behind me. He sat near me and took my hand in his. I looked in his eyes. He had a smile there. He quietly placed a pen and a diary on my palm. I looked at him with a question mark on my face.
“I would love to see your name as an author on the cover of your novel one day.” He said with a smile.
How did he know that I had a dream of getting my novel published one day? I thought.
“I want to see you living your dreams.” He said.
He had found out my dreams. And he had understood my gloom.
A smile vanished all the marks of tears on my face. A hope of living my dreams seeded in my heart. He stood up and went away. I was gazing at him….like a heroine of a romantic novel stares at her hero…..
……and hence the story of my love ….begun….
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Homeschooling in India is having a moment. As families become increasingly weary of traditional schooling thanks to cookie-cutter policies and high costs, parents are opting for alternate methods of education
Homeschooling in India is having a moment. As families become increasingly weary of traditional schooling thanks to cookie-cutter policies and high costs, parents are opting for alternate methods of education.
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The incident has sparked protests all over Iran. Women are taking off and burning their headscarves. They are chopping off their hair in public squares. These acts of defiance are against a regime that makes the hijab mandatory for women.
Closer home, in Karnataka, a few months back, young girls in PUC colleges were protesting against the administration’s decision to ban headscarves in the colleges. They were demanding their right to education while following the tenets of their religion. The matter was taken to the Karnataka High court, where the women lost. The matter is now sub-judice in Supreme Court.