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My piece talks about my relationship with him- the pity and guilt. It also talks about my struggle with blaming myself for his condition.
The piece talks about the psychological abuse my sister, mother, and I faced due to my father. He was an alcoholic and consequently suffered from bipolar disorder after rehab.
Despite the trauma that we had to bear in our childhood, we are still forced to live under the same roof as him.
My piece talks about my relationship with him- the pity and guilt due to his actions. It also talks about my struggle with blaming myself for his condition.
You drunk poison like nectar An upturned abyss was your sky Like a drunk thief, you entered From the unguarded side.
You inflicted wounds destined not to heal and red eyes which bear witness to the tears you have shed, and so have I There will always be wrath in my mercy For you stole my words, left me tongue-tied.
I gave you light, gave you warmth With which you lit your ‘beedis,’ and burnt your bridges down.
You felt sorry for yourself, drowned in your woes I held out my hand, but you pulled me into the shadows.
You smeared your face with ash I rushed and wiped the mirror, You made me an accomplice in your crimes Can I still be in the clear?
I see the signal searchlight strike me I stand where the wind blows As it whispers to me, the daylight draws close I see silhouettes against the drapes Hear lullabies through the walls.
I’m sorry sister, Sorry you took my fall You drunk poison like nectar An upturned abyss was your sky.
Father, please take your pills I will see you on the other side There we shall be, like old enemies.
There we shall be, like the salt and the sea Will you spare my blood for now? Will you spare my blood, I plead For now a few moments, I am finally free.
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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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