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A piece of poetry centered around looking in, reflecting and asking questions about oneself.
Who am I?
Is this a question
Or a discovery
Maybe, a mirage
Sometimes, I see myself
In the vibrant butterflies
Flying with buoyance
Devouring the sweet nectar
Sometimes, I find myself
In the pages of a book
In the imagination
Of an oblivious stranger
At times, I become the spice
To make bland palatable
Diffusing my aroma
Concocting my flavours
I am often in the leaf
Dancing with the wind
Realising the fall
Only once grounded
Is that me, I wonder
In the shards of glass
Splintered and vanquished
Shapeless and serrated
Piercing through them
Who hold me tight
I cannot be their pain
I break free, I gather
There I spot myself
In the silvery beam
Serene and intense
Illuminating the darkness
Arrives a belligerent storm
I meld into the dim
Only to emanate
As the rays of the sun
Is not a question
As there is no answer
This is a mirage
For ‘I’ am infinite
Dynamic every moment
Author’s Note: Often, we try to find the answer to this one question – “Who am I?”. But, the answer remains elusive. How can we ever have a definite answer to this when the ‘I’ in the question itself is constantly changing. It’s almost as if you decipher a code, only to realise that the code itself has changed by the time you do so. Continual soul-searching and self-reflection are essential for us to thrive and evolve. But, we can never truly define ourselves. Because defining is limiting and we have limitless facets and layers to us to unravel and unfold. The expansive universe that exists within us is beautiful, potent and empowering – if only we let it come out uninhibited; if only we dig into it; if only we do not end up falling for the bait of being able to answer this one question in just a few words. Because I am infinite.
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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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