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A homemaker's journey to self realisation, when she rose up against all things that tried to chain her, finding that which freed her.
A homemaker’s journey to self realisation, when she rose up against all things that tried to chain her, finding that which freed her.
My life revolved around those I loved, Running and sacrificing for their smiles, I had let go my own destination, In search of home, I travelled miles.
On the way I had lost my own identity, I was someone’s daughter, sister or just wife, In search of that perfect mythical home, I burdened myself with rigors and strife.
Blinded by the societal expectations, I carved for self a path of hurt and pain, I faltered and tripped into obscurity, Lost myself for nothing worth to gain.
Sleepwalking through that darkness I fell, Deep into a cavern of solitude, I was slipping into a coma I felt, But it was an awakening I finally construed.
There was no home where I was going, The world I envisioned was just a mirage, My life revolved around those I loved, That love was nothing but a fraud.
Hence began a process of self discovery, I dug out my own existence from the grave of expectations, I smelled the air and felt the dew beneath my feet again, Rejuvenated I connected with the joys of self realization.
I could see with eyes closed and touch the unseen, A power I felt surging inside me, I was liberated and elevated above this world, Now I owned and wrote my own destiny.
I realised I was complete in myself, Validations and approvals were not my need, The bonds I cherished were now shackles broken, My soul, my existence was finally freed, That world I sought after was within me always, I was my own universe indeed.
The sun, the moon and all the stars in sky, All the constellations and galaxies galore, They are all contained within my self, I am not just the universe, I am universe’s core.
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Header image: a still from Manmarziyaan
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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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