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My mom would pack my food and take me to school when I was very young. She would walk to the nearby library and pick out books for me when I was in class four.
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My mom and I share a precious relationship. Growing up, her choices in life influenced mine. My mom is a homemaker and while she has definitely made our home, somehow, when I was very young, I felt I should grow up and have a job. It was at age seven or so when I didn’t even know what jobs I could do.
All I did at that age was turn up at school and read books at home.
My mom would pack my food and take me to school when I was very young. She would walk to the nearby library and pick out books for me when I was in class four. She would also, in passing, discuss books with me.
It made me curious about the books in question, and I would look for them in the library when I went there next, and I would pick it up to find out more about “the disappearing cat” or “the naughtiest girl in school” or the twins, ‘Pat and Isabel’.
If I cried, she would smile and say “You don’t want to become like Gwendolyn Mary, now, do you?” And I would admire Alicia and Darrel Rivers. It’s rather unsurprising now that I’m a writer, blogger, editor and poet.
I wrote a poem to my mom on Mother’s Day. You can find it on my blog, the link to which is in the bio.
Happy Mother’s Day, once again, ma!
Aishwariya Laxmi is a writer, editor, blogger, and poet living in suburban Chennai, India. She blogs on https://aishwariyalaxmi.com/ and has a newsletter at https://ash.fambase.com/. Her poems and flash fiction have 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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