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You too will meet your Messiah soon. He will help you come out victorious . Till then just keep hanging in there and don't lose faith.
I had hit myself against a branch of a tree. The prickle pierced through my wings hurting me in due course.Thud! I went down. I kept chirping and calling out for help. During that helpless moment, I had wished for just one member to be with me. I kept shrieking but none heard my cry.
Some of them flocked and kept hovering around like spectators watching an interesting game. None gathered the courage to come near me. With other carnivorous species on prowl, I knew my death was certain. I trembled with fear listening to some dreadful cries and howls.”I tried pushing myself up, but my wounded wings didn’t support my endeavour. “Aww they hurt like hell”. The pain was so excruciating that I started praying for my death.
“Oh God ! Show me the way to heaven.I can’t take this pain anymore.” My parched throat and rumbling stomach made me weak and famished. After a while, I finally decided it was time for me to bid adieu to this world.I accepted it as my fate and destiny.
Suddenly, I felt a touch.I laid there, petrified. ‘Oh God , is it a Tiger ,Lion ,fox .. whoever it is just make it quick for me..Let me not suffer much. Please let my death be less painful.”
But to my surprise, I heard an alien language.The touch was warm and the lift was smoother. “Oh Wow! My Messiah is here.” He was tall as a coconut tree. His body had extensions, just like my wings, but had no feathers though. He placed me on one of them and covered me with the other.
He took me inside his cosy room and applied some balm. Gave me food and water. He took great care of me for few days. Kept a watch on me until I was ready to take my flight. Then one fine sunny morning he let me fly back and be with my fellow beings.
I just shared my story with you of how I met my Messiah when I had lost all my hope.
You too will meet your Messiah soon. He will help you come out victorious . Till then just keep hanging in there and don’t lose faith.
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After some time, unable to bear it any longer, I signed off from the home lunch. My MIL must've heaved a sigh of relief because my portion of groceries would be saved!
Until I married I had never imagined even in my wildest dreams that my diet/ food intake could assume such alarming proportions and affect conjugal harmony. Having stepped into my marital home I discovered to my bewilderment that the four female inmates were frugal eaters. My spouse and his dad ate moderately well.
The family faced a dilemma: my requirement surpassed those of the ladies but most certainly couldn’t be clubbed with the men’s. Why? Simply because they were MEN. “How could you even think of it”? They snubbed me often. (Incidentally, the parents-in-law refused to accept contributions from either of us). They probably expected me to be demure and submissive since I was ‘‘eating off” their money.
So each morning as I left for work I was served three chapattis with a few spoonfuls of curry. Can you believe this curry catered to the ladies’ lunch the previous day, and dinner for all six inmates? The horror of horrors, it crept into my lunch box too. The chapattis made at the crack of dawn were fine till breakfast but by lunch, they turned leathery; the accompanying curry insipid, tasteless.
We can’t bombard impressionable young women in the name of enlightened entertainment to feed them the same drivel. At least let us not label misogynist movies as helping the cause of women.
I have watched at least 2 ‘purported’ trailblazing Bollywood movies in the recent past that left me with a feeling that I had taken part in the ice-bucket challenge all over again. This time around, however, without even the satisfaction of having supported a worthy cause.
Both the movies have about a 90% liking rate on IMDB/Rotten Tomatoes. Both are touted to ‘sensitively’ portray the taboo topics that seem to be mostly hidden underneath a layer of banana peels – dangerous to even tread nearby.
He had squeezed my breast hard and quickly moved away, leaving me red-faced with pain, and a shame that would seep into my soul so deep that it coloured everything about me.
“He squeezed my breast hard, and quickly moved away, leaving me red-faced with pain and a shame that would seep into my soul so deep that it coloured everything about me.”
I was born to a middle class Indian couple as the eldest daughter among three sisters. It might seem beautiful to have a majority of girls at home, but I constantly heard things that were said to my parents, like: “Don’t you have son? Shit!” and “Girls can’t complete a family. You should have a son too!”
The impact of this on me was severe, and I felt degraded, and thought of myself as a futile and fragile gender. I started considering myself as a worthless being, and the trauma of this led to a debilitating inferiority complex.
That night also, I went to my sister and told her what happened. She stroked my head while I cried myself to sleep. Only she knew what I was going through.
First love feels like the tickling warm sun on your skin in a winter morning. It engulfs you completely, like a cozy blanket. I could not understand when that happened to me. I just knew that something magical was going on around me, when I saw Gourav. Each time he came anywhere within a radius of 5 meters from me, I felt butterflies in my stomach. A random word from him would make my heart jump.
Within two weeks of joining the University for my Master Degree, there was a definite change, not only in my behavior, but also in my looks. A simpleton like me, started to spend quite some time in front of the mirror. My younger sister gave me an awkward look one day, when I spritzed some perfume before leaving for the classes.