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The bodies and lives of girls and women are 'supposed' to uphold the 'honor' of family, of society, through their sacrifice of their dreams, even their lives sometimes.
The bodies and lives of girls and women are ‘supposed’ to uphold the ‘honor’ of family, of society, through their sacrifice of their dreams, even their lives sometimes.
I lost my honor a long time back Standing behind my mother in the crowded line When I was touched for the first time By a nice man who then gave me a popsicle
I lost my honor the second time When I was slapped for coming home late In front of my brother, younger by years Who was just getting ready to leave for the night
I lost my honor the third time When they threw my mother out of the house Daughters don’t get shares in property they had said As I rubbed my scared sleepy eyes
I lost my honor for the umpteenth time When my mother in law could not lift her eyes And she had to apologize to the roomful of guests For her not so son’s not so fair bride
So what if I lose my honor again today Touching your lips as you draw me closer The world disappearing from my sight as I lock my eyes with a complete stranger?
So what if I lost my honor again today Walking the streets I shouldn’t walk. Losing the layers that did me good Bare. Myself. Vindicated at last.
Image source: Still from Hindi Drama Anamika, YouTube
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'Dr Saloni will take care of everything,' my MIL said. My cowardly husband refused to go against his mother’s wishes. I was left to fend for myself!
Some time ago, I went to a marriage ceremony with my parents. It was a very high-profile marriage – not the ones we usually were invited to – but in this case it was Ramesh uncle’s son’s marriage. Ramesh uncle was my father’s first cousin. He began his career as a humble elevator operator at the TIC business group. With his sheer hard work, grit, and the knack of sensing the right opportunities, within eighteen years he became the president of the company. My father and he were the best of friends during their school time.
Half an hour before the stipulated time, we left our house, hired an auto and reached the venue. All four of us were in our best outfits. Getting out of the auto and looking at each other, we were highly convinced that we were going to fit in just right. As we crossed the dazzling and beautiful portico, we felt very insignificant compared to the big lawn and building lying ahead.
Mother was wearing all the jewellery she had got, including the big old-fashioned necklace, earrings and shiny bangles. Father was wearing a velvet coat, brother had put on a light orange shirt with a black check coat, I myself was wearing a red salwar kurta with a net dupatta. I had put on a necklace with red beads which at the time of wearing looked very pretty to me. Now looking at the other guests, I felt all four of us must be looking like clowns who had come for a fancy-dress competition. I felt my brother and parents were also feeling self-conscious and uneasy now.
“What you call love is actually possessiveness. You made all my decisions for me. I would probably be happier without you in my life,” Revant screamed!
Revati’s life had changed when, after ten years of being an only child, her parents brought in a stranger into the house. She had looked at the young boy who had wide, frightened eyes, and she had fallen in love with him on sight. He was small-made and a lone tear hung below his eye as he looked around at the huge house with its crystal chandeliers and eye-catching artefacts.
Ma had hugged him impulsively.
“Come here, little one! Meet your sister, Revati!”
“I didn’t want to become a bichari. And I didn’t want to wear a badge of disability. I think that was what gave me the strength to get up.”, says Guneet, who was diagnosed with a rare genetic condition called Retinitis Pigmentosa that resulted in 100% loss of vision over a period of time.
Felicitated with a National Award by the government of India in recognition of her outstanding performance as a role model among persons with disabilities, motivational speaker and training facilitator Guneet Sethi is 100% visually challenged. But she was not born blind. In the prime of her 20s, she was diagnosed with a rare genetic condition called Retinitis Pigmentosa. While in most it manifests itself late in life, she was in her twenties when she discovered it. The disease that started with partial visual impairment progressed and led to complete blindness. Today, she is 100% officially blind.
What was to be a 20 minutes conversation freely flowed into an hour plus of goosebumps moments sprinkled with life lessons shared most unassumingly.
"Now listen, homosexuality has always existed... The all knowing ‘silence’ has hidden it in her womb... let silence hide our love too…" A short story.
“Now listen, homosexuality has always existed… The all knowing ‘silence’ has hidden it in her womb… let silence hide our love too…” A short story.
“Dreams…are invariably seeking to express something that the ego does not know and does not understand.” – Carl Jung
We passionately explored each other’s bodies bringing out intense pleasure. I arched my body supporting myself on one hand and played with Jenny’s curly mop of hair with the other hand as we made love. Beads of perspiration, satisfied moans and smiles indicated our happiness. Even as I lay in bed with Jenny, happily exhausted, I couldn’t help comparing Jenny with Revant.