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A beautiful poem dedicated to my mother and all the things she taught me.
Once again let me look at her to recall the lessons, it is important as beyond her embrace, embrace of touch when she is near or as telepathy when I’m far, and can’t see my path clear. Though I’m living in a world so hi-tech, There isn’t an instrument to unearth pain, Just with her gesture I started to bud. Where I was broken! and my mascara was telling People time was roughened, I was clouded with misery, Yet smile was there, She taught me not everyone you meet is your friend, Every step would be stab disguised in sympathy, doubts, delirious decisions, doomed in all dimensions, she taught me to let go, to build a bridge on shattered dreams, before they called forgotten. love ages too; but, it becomes ripe if treated with patience, cooked with tolerance, she loved me for all the wrong reasons, and taught me the meaning of forever, she had the heart of a sea, and I had qualities of sea, quite in a day and stormy at night, abstract things when getting wrong I threw the concrete ones by my side, Empty almirahs on the filthy grounds she taught me the power of faith until next try, She even taught me times change, so as it’s need, the first they say never lie or steal or cheat, yet there is something you should not always describe and speak, Roots of only your own cultivated Rose Garden would be so tight. As I cultivated you, you also know it from all insights, Without her, I would have traded my apologies for my soul, she was there always to make the dark around me an enchanted forest.
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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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