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I’m not a perfect parent. But as I get older, I continue to work hard to become the best version of myself for my kids.
This is a short story about losing my daughter.
I opened the door, there was my neighbor standing . I could feel the worst fear even before he told me.
“What” I replied.
When she didn’t come through the door at the expected time from school, I was about to call the school authorities. That was the time he told me.
I started calling all her friends, my family members until I got exhausted.
Around 10 p.m. I had to call the police. My daughter’s missing was reported to the newspapers, our local residential association, shared on social media but no luck. It’s been 7 days. I got exhausted. Sometimes I cried emotionally, sometimes uncontrollably.
I am telling you this because I need you to know that I deeply love and care for my children. They are well taken care of, and all their needs and most of their wants are fulfilled.
I kept my breathing steady and checked her usual haunts.
My bed, where she liked to relax and watch cartoons. No, she is not there.
Her sister’s room, where she loves to irritate and torture her with endless questions. No, nowhere to be found.
I took a glance throughout the kitchen and living room. The bathroom. All was quiet, on the home front, no she was nowhere sometimes I kept imagining she is hidden in a room.
The tears of “how did I let this happen?” were threatening me. I thought of my sweet five year old, locked up in a room, wondering what is happening and the image was almost too much to bear. The thought of her tiny fingers reaching out to me…”Mama please help” was echoing… “Mama open your eyes”
“Was it a dream?”
My daughter in front of me, her gleaming eyes, her innocent smile woke me up in the morning. I saw the worst fear. I told my morning prayers with her and thanked God.
I still feel awful, guilty and ashamed that it all happened as though this incident happened in real life. I can tell you that after this experience, I made sure to keep a closer eye on my children at all times.
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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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