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Just as the Earth welcomes the first rain with open arms, so do us.. in the hope that rain will wash away all our worries.
A powder of blue was sprinkled on the sky where cottony puffs of clouds danced
To the errant breeze that could not decide whether to blow hard or be mellow.
The sun had dimmed his fire today; he seemed content to let the children play.
The naughty breeze blew clouds of dandelions and they floated like Misty bubbles.
The meadow with its verdant hues of Jade was tranquil in the laziness of the day.
It laid out its wares of daisies, bluebells, peonies and petunias almost wistfully.
I sank into the warmth that the Lea offered. It was like a mother’s loving embrace.
I let myself be one with the Glade and inhaled the heady aroma of the petrichor.
Then stray winds picked up and blew from all across, undecided in their direction.
Their gentle wanton gait seemed almost languid until they picked up their pace
And blew harder across the meadow raising up, a maelstrom of leaves & petals.
I sat up and looked to the skies for it seemed like rain was imminent soon, again.
On my upturned face I felt the first drop if moisture, like a pearl it rolled down.
But it was not a stray drop for soon enough I felt the first sprinkle of misty water.
The fine mist gradually turned into a steady drizzle and wet my eager face.
I raised my arms, grinned gleefully and welcomed the first rains of the season.
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Sonal is a multiple award winning blogger and writer and the founder of a women-centric manpower search firm - www.rianplacements.com. Her first book, a volume of poetry - Islands in the stream - is slated 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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