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A woman picks up her paints and brushes after decades, and realises that her passion never died, she is still equally good at her art!
Only if life had been a bed of roses,
Or a simple walk in the park.
With a supporting hand, a strong pillar,
Who would always have her back.
A doctor, an engineer, or a teacher,
Or master of her art.
Her creative persona shining through,
In competitions she took part.
Her fingers worked magic,
Works lifelike, leaping out from their frames,
Colours, paints, needles and threads; her constant companions,
Where she always won the game.
Many marvelled at her creations,
Others encouraged and offered words of praise.
She continues on her creative streak,
Sometimes she wondered, will this last in the coming days?
Time caught up, she was now a woman,
No longer the girl with her own free rein.
Supplies and creations, passion and perseverance pushed to the back burners,
“Why do you have to continue your passion?” “What is there to gain?”
So there they lay, all those years,
Gathering dust, waiting patiently for her touch.
And here she toiled, tirelessly to fill
Her family’s appetite, she couldn’t do much.
Hopes, aspirations and dreams, all remained, locked up in the depths of her heart,
Time ticked on, she lost track of that,
Strands of white in her hair, slight wrinkles showing on her face, she was free now!
Sometimes she wondered, what shall I do? I have time on my hand!
Doubtful yet determined, “Why not pick up my brushes again, make a few strokes here and there?”
Her fingers still worked magic, she had not forgotten them after all!
What she couldn’t do then, she could now,
And sometimes she wondered, could she finally rise after her fall?
Picture Credits: Photo by Yaroslav Shuraev from Pexels
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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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