It is very common for us women to carry the burden of toxic relations till the very end, in the hope for some miracle. We tend to ignore the abuse that comes along with it. We are always seen as ‘sacrificing figures’ who should sacrifice everything about our identities and ‘focus on our families’. Why is this the norm? It takes a really long time to identify abuse in a relationship and stand up for ourselves.
People find it very easy to say, ‘You should have come out of it, when this particular thing happened.’ But is it really that easy, when you are the one who is personally going through hell? No, I am a feminist, who would never want anyone suffer in a relationship, yet, I let myself suffer for three years, assuming that it was me who needed to be fixed and not the patriarchal societal norms. …
I finally watched Deepika Padukone’s Chhapaak. It is a story inspired by Lakshmi Agarwal, an acid attack survivor, and a fighter. It was powerful and thought-provoking.
The movie shows the ugliness of the society and how we place the whole identity of a woman on her external appearance; because of which, some men assume that attacking that appearance scars their existence. The movie focuses on the gruesome reality of increasing acid attacks in the country.
There’s something unique about Chhapaak. It doesn’t begin and end with the struggles of Malti alone but also sheds light upon the stories of various women who were affected by acid attack. …
Hopeful and happy,
about the new experiences to come
she set her foot into the outside world
she loved every bit of what she saw,
but only from afar
she craved to be a part of something,
something so special, that her soul tasted of it
She needed to be guided to her destiny.
With no clue that the world around her
was the best guide she could ever ask for,
she continued to look for something, to fill her heart
something to make her question
something to give her direction
something that introduced her to her own self!
In her journey, she came across…
Smiling at the sunshine and hoping for a surprise, was how my days used to start
Through all the challenges life threw at me, I always emerged as a hopeful ray
Listening to broken hearts, feeling their pain
Giving them hope and having their back
All these attempts to understand eventually gone in vain
Today, stuck in my personal loop of hell,
I still make the same mistakes over and over again
Not one thing changes,
Funny how I always say 'this time it will be different’
And my destiny would just laugh in my face
I never realized what my soul actually…
It came to an end
just like everything else does
Scattered into pieces and bits,
that she thought
was under her control,
at the edge of a cliff
Closer to insanity,
away from hope
her soul led to nothing
but an infinite void
of emptiness, and loneliness
Only if she could figure
the source of her pain,
she would soothe it,
instead of trying to cloak it
with numbness and rage.
She knew that this was but
the end of an era
and that truth tore apart
any hope left in her
Every ounce of happiness and
self-confidence just rotted within
her heart, which drifted away into a
Into a boundless sea of mixed
emotions and misery
she wandered along empty
sinking in her own depths,
waiting for the light to fill her
“Oops! I forgot to have kids” isn’t exactly the thought that comes to my mind when people, out of nowhere, ask me about my reproductive plans. I hear it from everyone these days : ‘Isn’t your biological clock ticking already? When are you gonna have kids?’ and many different forms of the same question.
Well, I am not against having kids. But I don’t need to be reminded by random people who have no idea about me and my life, about when it is the right time for me to procreate.
I am an average, career-oriented millennial, and have been married for about 3 years now. I am friends with at least 10 women who claim to be going through these thoughtless, or rather, rude questions very frequently in their lives. …
Death is so silent, yet so scary. The coldness and the emptiness we feel after losing people closest to our heart cannot be explained in words. While accepting the truth is considered the most painful part of dealing with the death of a loved one, seeing the world move on like nothing ever happened is another level of pain!
“Is this some kind of prank?”, I thought to myself, lying on the hospital bed, feeling tired and drowsy from all the sedatives. I tried to remember what happened but I just couldn’t.
After this episode, when I woke up, I found my parents sitting next to me. They were glad that I was up and was able to recognise them. Slowly the fog covering my memory faded. I remembered the road accident that I’d been in. …
A company can look really terrific from outside, but only the employees working there can understand how their work-culture is and how it affects their performance at work as well as their career growth.
“Stop saying you’re fat, you’re actually pretty”
“It must be hard to find a man tall enough to date you”
“Did you lose some weight? You look SO much better!”
“You look like a toothpick!”
“Why do you need to workout? You’re skinny!”
“If you want to get married, you must lose weight.”
Has anyone told something like this to you? Did you think that you deserve to hear something so uncomfortable because you don’t have the so called ‘socially acceptable body’? Then welcome to the club!
Not many of us really love the way we look. We are used to finding flaws in ourselves since a very young age. I am not any different. I do it constantly too. It’s like, how could I be happy with the way I look when there is a whole industry out there that survives on my insecurities about looks? …
It is evident from the past few months that I’ve not been myself. Lately, I’ve started falling out of my regular routine and procrastinating a lot more than ever. I feel that nothing around me is ever going to change and my life is stuck in a rut. More than all these feelings, I feel that I deserve this constant disapproval from my inner-self.
Why? You would ask. Well, I have done a few things that I am not really proud of. I’ve made poor choices in life that led me to a dead end and an emotional breakdown.
If someone else confessed to me that they did what I did, it wouldn’t seem as big a deal to me. I’d go ahead and say “We are all human and who doesn’t make mistakes?” But for some reason, I am the hardest on myself. It always has to be either the best thing or the worst thing; there’s no in between for me. …