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#Poetry. A searing expression of regret for all that could have been and what happened. A poem about loss and love.
I think this is where I live now but I’m not home I’ve been asleep but I don’t feel rested My heart stopped beating a long time ago but then why does it still ache? Is it even possible? But then I am a poor judge of possibilities I didn’t think it was possible to love someone as much as I did I didn’t think it was possible to trust the way I did I didn’t think I would never go back home I still don’t know why he left me here On every call, every night, he had promised me a life of forevers I picked each word, strung them together like a beautiful melody, replaying them later like my own precious composition I hear no melody now, there’s no music anywhere It’s dark, cold, damp First I thought it was because of all the tears I had shed, waiting for someone to come Then I realized it was the rain They say the ground beneath our feet is buzzing with life, then why can I only hear the echoes of death? I tried thinking of all the things at home that could keep me warm A bushy moustache that could tickle out all my confessions, a little girl’s adoring eyes always trained on me, a stewing pot of food made with the purest of love and hugs that could melt mountains But I’m still cold I tried thinking of everything above this blanket of earth on me The fireflies, the stars, the dandelions, I just want to tell them Fly and blaze because I never will Shine and sparkle because I never will Soar and glide in the gentle breeze because I never will Mom, I’m sorry, for not listening to you And for so much else I wanted to grow up and take care of you but I’m far away now So far away that I can’t even hear you calling out to me, over and over again You must be strong I don’t want you to keep crying in my empty bed I don’t want you to hold on to my pretty pink dress I want you to curl up your feet, rest and forget all the pain It’s too late now, but I’ll always be your baby and some day we will meet again.
Editor’s note: This story had been shortlisted for the October 2017 Muse of the Month, but not among the top 5 winners.
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Richa is a Ted X speaker, an award-winning writer, columnist, ex-journalist and advertising professional. She has authored four books of which three are being adapted for screen. She is a blogger and travel 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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