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No, I wasn’t in love. The day you chose was the killer move. Unprepared that all the gifts and chocolates and movie date was set up to end our little secret soiree by you.
Dear Mr. Ex,
I often wonder how you are. After all these years, do I still think about you… Get that smug look off your face. Surely, you knew that I was not a desperate, haven’t gotten over you kind of girl. I am yet to find a closure to our story. It was so sudden- that night, it was Valentine’s Day and you declared your decision that we must stop seeing each other. Imagine the feelings I experienced. What it would have been like for a young girl out on a date on Valentine’s Day. Stars in her eyes, her heart full of excitement and in a flash, it was all shattered. Like someone threw her off a cliff and she fell headlong. Each limb dismembered, blood everywhere….
There was little we had in common. Except that strong attraction we felt towards each other. The way you wouldn’t stop stealing glances towards my desk waiting for me to reply to your “good morning” message. I could feel your hot breath on my neck as you would come to discuss the project that we were working on. The way your jaw tightened as our hands slightly grazed against each other. A deep desire- burning, longing to escape.
The first time we kissed it was awkward- like you’d planned it for days. ROUGH and wanting, wanting more, A need to open up some more. It was fire between the two of us. Thank God! You doused the fire before the flame engulfed us. I was part of the elite and well heeled. You were the ‘uncouth lad’. Opposites that attracted like magnets… A strong force needed to keep us apart. You mastered that force by breaking my heart.
Cannot help smiling to myself! That move helped me to move ahead to the wonderful life that I have now.
I have actually wanted to thank you and today I finally can. Thank you for letting me go before we fell into a ditch that neither could have emerged from. Thank you for fulfilling a young girl’s crush and not using her body even though we knew we were willing. I’m eternally grateful to you. May you have all the happiness you deserve. HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!
Cheers,
Ex Always.
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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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