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Then came the day I regret the most, the worst decision of my life, my wedding day. They chose the guy and promised that they have found a good guy, and that he would love me.
The day my parents got the news that they were pregnant, they made their first promise to me, a promise to always care for me, even before I came into their arms.
The day I was born, they promised to always love me and to protect me from all evils lurking outside, then I did not even know what evil meant.
The day I started walking, they walked in front and behind me, promising that they wouldn’t let me fall.
The day I went to school, first time I was going to be away from them for so long, they promised to be waiting outside when I returned.
The day I moved out of home for my job, they promised that wherever I go I would always have a home to return to and that I would always be welcome HOME.
That was their big mistake, promising on behalf of someone else. From that day a new ritual started, a new trend of breaking promises.
The day the verbal and mental abuse started, they weren’t there to help me, they broke their promise of caring for me.
The day he and his family insulted me, broke my self-confidence, took away my earnings and verbally and mentally tortured me, they weren’t there to help, no one was there. They broke their promise of waiting for my return. When I told them, my mother asked me not to tell my dad and said that this is normal and every woman has to bear it, they broke their promise of protecting me.
The day I decided to call it quits after bearing everything for 5 years, they broke their promise of a home for me, I was told that after marriage I only have two destinations maayka and sasural, no home.
The man I was married to and his family turned out to be a bunch of liars and cheaters, it was one of the expected outcomes, but my own birth-givers changed, they broke their promise of loving me.
So now I am breaking a promise.
I guess it’s true, one comes alone in this world and leaves alone as well, the only company one gets is in this world. I guess I have also fallen into the category of those Indian married women who face this; it’s pretty common as 3 out of every 5 women face this, just the intensity of the brutality differs.
I am breaking my promise to trust them, to trust anyone ever from now on.
Image source: a still from the series Yeh Rishtey Hain Pyaar Ke
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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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