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Poem: Soul Chicken Soup— Slicing up the onions/ Her unwholesome stream of words/ Beating and frothing up the eggs/How could he!/How could he!
She entered the kitchen Tempestuously Picked up the knife With a storm brewing inside Her voluble eyes tearing-tears Slicing up the onions Her unwholesome stream of words Beating and frothing up the eggs How could he! How could he! Running on and on inside of her
When suddenly a Crash of thunder from the skies Breaks her trance, shakes her up And, the repeated lightning bolts Softens her, as she sighs away The first word she utters After a long pause
‘No-hh’, ‘Nah’
‘This is not how I’d Choose to live my life This is not how I Prepare my soul’s chicken soup What is it that I am Feeding my life-force with? What is it that I am Nourishing my spirit with?’ She utters her last
‘No, No, No’ As she steps back
Trees swaying Side to side Leaves chanting hymns Trying to enliven the battered soul Coming through her kitchen window
She suddenly felt an invisible hug with Deep-seated Words of reassurance coming from within Whispering mysteriously In her ears Darling, be present! Become mindful! All that you’re feeling Acknowledge it
But Make a healthy choice And spring up All that happened is past now Allow yourself to focus on the present
She needs closure And bursts into tears — of release, of letting go And affirms out loud in a gurgling voice ‘I approve of my feelings’ ‘I reclaim my powers right now’ And very consciously She keeps re-affirming ‘Focus’, ‘Focus’, ‘Focus’ Not letting her mind drift to the past
She slips into The ear-splitting discord occasionally But ‘Focus’ Becomes her anchor Bringing her back In the present
She grooves into the Ceaseless rhythm of Slicing, shredding, spreading Swiftly, Creating In the kitchen that turned cosmic Her voice winning the match with Her weaker inner voice, unswerving,
She renews her body, spirit and soul With the Fresh, Wafting aromas of Chicken soup, baked beans, And French toast
She had internalized her lesson ‘The power of The present moment’
She has forgiven her Partner in silence She has forgiven herself too Also, in silence
He comes up from behind Softly humming ‘sorries’ Turning towards him She smiles A big, wide beautiful smile Reaching up to her puffed eyes Her pure and calmed soul smiles.
Looking at each other lovingly They renew their vow of respect for each other With his hands around her waist, He presses an assuring interlocking kiss On her trembling lips
The chicken soup is really ready now To satiate their souls.
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Pallavi Prakash Kumar is a conscious parent, an IT engineer, an author, and an award-winning parenting blogger, poet and the founder of 'She Narrates®'. Her forte is Technical Writing and creative writing. Her favorite read more...
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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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