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I hope someday that he will see how much I want him. I hope someday, we will have that destination wedding.But till then, I’ll keep thinking.Because all I have is hope.
Even when he says the simplest of things, my heart skips a beat.Even when he is unromantic, my hormones rage just thinking of him.That feeling of numbness in my body when he’s around me and that intense heat in my heart when he talks to me.These emotions are so intense, yet I can’t admit them for fear of losing him. What to make of it?How to make sense of the fact that I think of him every night before falling asleep?That I imagine our wedding whenever I daydream?I wish he knew, and I wish I could tell him, but I am so afraid.Afraid of rejection, of losing and friend and most importantly, of losing him from my life.I don’t know whether this is love or infatuation, and frankly, it has me concerned.Yes, I am obsessed, but he’s given me a good reason.He took care of me when I was alone. He scolded me when I made mistakes.He taught me, fought with me and gave my life purpose.He made me feel special and loved and now He is a hundred miles away and it kills me.It hurts knowing that only I feel this way, and it hurts knowing that he will never know.How to make sense of this and how to move on? These are questions I think about,But answers? There are none.I hope someday that he will see how much I want him. I hope someday, we will have that destination wedding.But till then, I’ll keep thinking.Because all I have is hope.
Kanav is, as of June 2021, pursuing his Master's in Development from Azim Premji University, Bangalore. He identifies as queer for personal and political reasons and can be contacted via https://www.linkedin.com/ 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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