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"One day you will leave this house and it will be all mine." - Jay teased his elder sister. "That one day is never going to come."- Sheetal pouted angrily. Sura smiled looking at them. It brought back those memories when she used to say the same -" I am not going anywhere. This is my house too." She used to tell her mother. Her mother would say holding back her tears -" Every girl has to leave her house one day. The day she gets married she will never have a house. Sura would often think that her mother was being old fashioned, but she never knew even after being educated , she will also have to face the same situation. Sura was married to Raj immediately after she completed her graduation. His was a joint family and she grew up in a nuclear family. It wasn't easy for her to adjust there. She had to make lot of compromises. She would often complain about it to her mother. But her mother would just smile and say -" Everything will

When she is born, She becomes someone's daughter, She becomes someone's pride. When she grows up, She becomes someone's wife, She becomes someone's possession. When she is at the peak of her career, She becomes a mother, She becomes someone's world. When she grows old, She thinks, 'What is her identity?' She is a daughter, a wife, a mother, But she always forgot to live as a woman! What is her identity after all?

Behind a strong woman, There are hot tears shed in the darkness of the night, There are countless words which is buried deep down in her heart, There are numerous negative thoughts hidden in the diary, There are endless nights spend worrying about the future, There are deep wounds which would take years to heal, There are so many complaints which no one wants to hear, There are promises which once broke her into pieces which can never join, There was her pure love which was taken for granted, Behind every strong woman there are millions of stories which no one wants to read!

I have felt like this year, 2021 has passed so very soon. Its like this year has come to an end in the blink of eye. But, this year was one  the hardest year of my life. I have learned that no matter how hard you love someone , eventually they are going to give you such a pain which you will never forget for the rest of your life. Not all people are meant to stay in your life. Some are lessons and some become memories. Your self worth should never be defined by the amount of people you have your life. Some stay for their benefit. When that's finished, they leave and you have nothing left to shed except tears. Your tears are valuable don't use it on such people. Its better to have a one genuine friend than ten fake friends. So don't worry if your friend circle is small. All you need is that one friend who you could trust and rely whenever needed in life. Don't look at your life like a still water. Your life is like a ship which sails on the sea. It moves slow

As you are getting ready in that red outfit today, my eyes are welled up. How fast you grew up? Are you the same baby girl who I held tenderly for the first time with tears of joy in my eyes? Each time when you cried I cried along with you because I was a new mom who didn't know anything about you. Gradually, we developed a bond and you were my world.   The first time when you went to school was the hardest for me. I spend the while day crying and worrying about how you would be without me. But, you were my strong girl, who learned everything without any fear. Today you would be leaving me and I hope you would learn to live happily there also. I still remember the day when you were bullied for the first time. You cried and lost hope. But, I taught you how to fight back when someone opresses you. I hope you would raise your voice every time when someone abuses you and wrongs you.  Today is a big day for you. You are going to be someone's better half. Always remember

Flowers and blessings showered that day, It was a day which she cherished, Garlands were exchanged with great pomp, Promises were made with great zeal, Tears rolled down as she left her home, Smiles were worn as she entered his home, She made that house a peaceful abode, But failed to read few faces with masks, The masks fell one by one, So did her love die, The abode became her prison, Her suffering became their game, She was stuck in a loop of lie, She was held by the chord of fake love, Silence became her companion, She died slowly with the sweet poison, Her clustered dreams were left at that home, Where she had once played and laughed, Now those doors weren't open, For she was smeared without any fault, The narcisst won again by tricking the world! Karma waited for the time to strike!

Why aren't boys given the right to cry? Why aren't girls given the right to fly? Why a working man is epitome of success? Why a career oriented women is society's stress? Why are traditions only for ladies? Why are ceremonies only for gents? Why cooking is a mother's duty? Why earning is a father's responsibility? Why a single mother is frail in the society? Why a single father is supreme in the community? Why are wives silenced for raising their voice against oppression? Why are husbands judged for showing affection? Why are sons raised to be head of the family? Why  are daughter's raised as reason for every calamity? Why are all these gender rules so powerful? Why isn't the world so colourful and wonderful?

Some hide pain behind a smile, Some hide pain inside the walls, Some hide pain in their eyes, Some hide pain in the words, Some hide pain by helping others, Some hide pain by pushing others, Some hide pain by inspiring, Some hide pain by showing anger, Some hide pain by showering love, So many forms to hide a pain but it takes only a genuine heart to understand it.

Healing after a trauma is never easy. The abuser might have broke your confidence, your self respect and your happiness. You might feel like dark clouds have surrounded your life. You might think that these clouds will never subside. Your brain seems to be fogged by all those blames, insults and words. I won't say healing is easy. Its never easy. To heal, one has to accept the pain. But what most of us do is we don't accept our pain. We live with guilt , remorse and regret. These things will never allow us to move on. They are like a string which holds the kite. The kite moves only when the string is controlled. You have to cut off that string and learn to fly. Learn from your experiences. Never blame yourself for someone's mental condition. If an abuser keeps mentally torturing , then its definitely not your mistake. It shows his true colors. They will try their best to manipulate and blame you for no fault of yours. You will be like caught inside a web of lies

"I don't want to go back to that house."- Sneha was begging her parents. " If you don't want to go there, then you cannot stay here also. What will people say?"- Her father said sternly. "You have got such good in laws, such a caring and loving husband.You must be grateful for that. In every household there are such issues. Does that mean you should create dramas!" - her mother huffed. Finding no other way, she picked up her luggage and left.  "Sneha Biswal, a school teacher, was found dead by hanging herself by the ceiling fan." Read the news headlines. Her parents were wailing. Her narcissist husband acted well in displaying his fake emotions. Her in laws were shedding crocodile tears. The police closed her case as they couldn't find any records of physical abuse. Her diary laughed at all of them! Sneha's life was ended by the sweet poison which her husband fed her day by day through his fake love, sweet talks, insul

"What harm is there in meeting the guy?" - Shantamma was shouting at Sarika. "What benefit is there in meeting?"- Sarika questioned her mother back. " No one can ever win you in argument. Do whatever you want!"- Shantamma huffed. "Amma please, all my life I have done whatever you told me to. But not this time."- Sarika told curtly. "Ya,as if you have sacrificed a lot for us."- Shantamma was angry this time. "You people are so ungrateful Amma. I regret my decision sometimes."- Sarika picked up her bag and left. Shantamma was silent. She wanted Sarika to get married soon for many reasons. Sarika ran as fast as she could to catch the bus. She climbed the bus and to her dismay the bus was crowded. The conversation between her and Shantamma kept playing in her mind. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- "Do you think she would agree to marry me?"- Sukesh raised his brows. &quo

I thank people who pushed me, That's how I discovered my wings. I thank people who criticised me, That's how I knew about my strength. I thank people who left me alone, That's how I fell in love with myself. I thank people who cheated me, That's how I learned to trust people. I thank peoplewho took me for granted, That's how I invested my time for myself. I thank people for everything they gave me, That's how I cherished life and its lessons!

The door bell rang and Rama ran to open the door. Seeing him in front of her, she called out to her daughter, Shiny -"Someone has come to meet you." "I have come to meet you."- Suresh said hesitatingly. Rama stood there with her hands folded across her chest, "What do you need now?" "I need your support ,love and care."- He said softly. " Where were you when I needed it the most?"- Rama questioned. Suresh didn't answer. "Meet Shiny and then you can go." Rama said sternly and left to her room. She locked the door and sat on the bed. She kept staring at the empty wall.  Rama was brilliant in her studies. After completing her graduation, like it happens in every girl's life she was married to Suresh, a software engineer. Rama's life changed after marriage. Suresh was like a puppet in the hands of his parents. His parents manipulated him and he started torturing Rama. She was made to work like a servant. Suresh's s

We all live in fear. The fear of being judged, The fear of being misunderstood, The fear of being abandoned, The fear of speaking truth, The fear of hiding lies, The fear of losing people, The fear of attachment, The fear of commitment, The fear of dependence, The fear of being a loser, The fear of losing the title of winner, The fear of losing time, The fear of not being productive enough, The fear of asking for help, Whatever is your fear, you will have to face it alone. This life is a test in itself. Overcoming any of these fears will lead you to success. Someday your fears will become the light to your dark path and you will also shine with your own light. 

"I would like to call Mrs.Falak on to the stage to receive her Doctorate of Philosophy." Falak climbed the stage and she had tears in her eyes as the certificate was handed over to her. She was asked to say a few words on her achievement. She moved on to the microphone and started speaking - "I was born with scoliosis. As I grew up, I started losing my confidence because I was bullied at school. I didn't have the courage to answer them back or share it with my parents. I suffered for a very long time until one day when it became unbearable I shared it with my mother. She was sad but what made her more sad was I was losing my confidence. I still remember those words which she said -" Allah has made you. He has created you with a purpose. Don't hear the taunts, you just focus on your strength. Focus on your studies and learn to stand for yourself. Education has the power to shut people's mouth. What will you get by crying? You will be called  a loser. Smil

In these days of pandemic, one thing which we are missing out the most is freedom. We had freedom to roam, celebrate, speak, travel, eat, work, gather, pray and many more. But now our lives are bound to home which can be extremely frustrating sometimes.  I have learned a lot from this pandemic days.  I have learned to be grateful for the simple yet important things in my life. People are paying for their breathe, and thanks to Allah  for keeping me healthy.  Health is wealth - No amount of money can buy your health back. Take care of it before it takes your life away. All these years I have seen people hiding their true faces behind a mask and now people are wearing mask to prevent themselves from the virus. I hope they would prevent their hearts too from ill feelings. When we had the chance to talk to our near and dear ones, we didn't have time. Now when we have time to speak to them, we don't have them. Irony! Homemade food is the best. We were crazy about eating

I always grew up seeing him working hard to keep us happy. Every single wish of me was fulfilled by him happily. It took me years to recognise that behind every wish of mine there was unfulfilled wish of his. I wanted you to be proud of us.  You never treated us like we were your weakness. You always taught us that girls need to be strong and stand up for themselves if its wrong. No one could have treated us better than you did! Behind every degree of mine is your sweat which I am grateful for my entire life. Even if I work for lifetime , I may not be able to repay for the things which you have done for us. People tried to break you by always saying -" Oh! You don't have a son! Who will stand by you at old age?" But you always answered them bravely -" I don't need a son when I have daughters!" I never saw you crying. But on the day of my wedding you cried harder. It broke me to see you like that. Did you fall weak? Or was it because of the fear t

Disclaimer before you read:  These are purely my thoughts and its not necessary that you agree with me too. :)  I am elder daughter to my parents and I will not lie, I have enjoyed being it. They have given me more love and care. Apart from that there are many disadvantages of being an elder child. Let's look into that:  1) You will have to sacrifice your dreams and desires according to your parents wish , be it career or your life. I always wanted to be a doctor. When the time came I had to change my plan, not because my parents forced me, but I knew they couldn't afford it. I knew my dad would have to work more if I opted for medical sciences which I didn't want. 2) You will be pressurized by friends and family to get married early since you are the road block for your siblings. People made my life living hell. Whenever I had to attend a function they bombarded me with like a thousand questions which I didn't want to answer. 3) You will have to think thous

As you turn one, I would like to give you some pieces of advice. I know you are too small to understand or even read this. But someday, when you grow up, I want to show you this and make sure you become a strong individual and live your life to fullest. Always remember, you will always be judged for how you are. Don't ever change yourself to please someone and keep any relationship going. If someone loves you truly, they will stay no matter how you are. It's OK to make mistakes. Don't stress over it. You grow from your mistakes. You learn from your mistakes. You become wise from your mistakes. Learn, leave and move on. Always love your skin. Your body and skin is the biggest blessing of Allah. If they don't like you, it's OK! You love yourself. Allah has created you with great effort and with a purpose. So, thank him often and be grateful. Your modesty is your jewellery. Adorn it carefully. There are so many ways to sell it and there might be people wait

Modern world is nothing but mere illusion. People are striving hard to be perfect.They hide their imperfections and mask their originality. Thus, leaving them distressed and depressed.  Its OK to be NOT OK, Its OK to cry for silly reasons, Its OK to feel worthless, Its OK to feel demotivated, Its OK to feel empty even when you have everything, Its OK to be alone and happy with yourselves, Its OK to hide inside your own cocoon, Its OK to disappoint people, Its OK to be flawed. Why do you need to give a explanation for being the best version of 'YOU'?  YOU are unique, YOU are perfect the way you are, YOU cannot keep everyone happy, YOU cannot be in everybody's good books. Remember, your mental health is always your responsibility. If you keep feeling bad for their words and actions, eventually you are going to fall into the pit. They are not going to lose anything. Instead, they will be happy seeing you in sorrow.  Let's normalise and respect each one. We neve

' Emotional abuse is as harmful as physical abuse." I never knew that someday I would be writing on this topic. But, Allah's plans are different.  I have seen many people ,specially woman going through emotional abuse. They keep quiet and suffer. They keep such an abusive relationship going.  Why do they do that? The answer is They are scared! They are scared of being judged. They are scared of being alone. They are scared because their parents would not be allowed to live a normal life. They are scared because their siblings would suffer. They are scared because they wouldn't be accepted in this society. They are scared because their children will be labelled with names. But the truth is if you are quiet when being abused, you are not going to gain anything. You are just giving them the chance to step over you and by losing your self worth. While the abuser keeps enjoying his life. He doesn't lose a penny.  At some point of my life, I was taunted for e

I have seen many women suffer. They are going through mental trauma, physical pain and much more. What's more worse is people treating them like everything is a woman's fault. If she has gone through a divorce, then its her fault because she didn't adjust to him and his family. If she is unmarried then again its her fault because she isn't a marriage material according to the boy's side. If she is without a child  then her life is living hell. Its her fault by 'default'.  If she is a working woman then its her fault because instead of looking after her children she is all behind her career. We live in a era where women are reaching heights. But at the same time woman aren't treated well. Let's understand each other. Its very sad that  when a woman is suffering and its often another woman who is criticising her and hurting her. If you cannot share somebody's sorrow, please don't be a reason for their sorrow. The world would have be

My life completely changed when I saw those two pink lines. He was equally elated. The first thing people started asking me was -" Do you want a girl or a boy baby?" Honestly I didn't want a girl and I had my own reasons for that. I didn't want her to be a show piece whom people would judge. I didn't want her to be a epitome of patience and allow anyone to oppress her. I didn't want her to be a entertainer in the name of marriage. I didn't want her to live her life according to others wish. I didn't want her to cry alone and suffer just because Allah made her different. I didn't want her to be like me!  But Allah had other plans. He blessed me with a girl. The day I saw her, I started crying, I didn't know whether it was out of joy or sadness. I cried my heart out. She was so tiny and the nurse said she was just like me! A relationship between a mother and a child is the purest one on the earth. I started falling in love with her ev

Five years into marriage and now I realise, marriage isn't easy. Its a compilation of trust issues, compromises, hot tears and some smiles here and there.  Like every wife I do have a lot of complaints- you aren't the one whom I saw in my dreams.  You aren't the one whom I wanted to love You aren't the one who values me. But still I cannot leave you.  Marriage is such a relationship which comes without a handbook. Not all marriages are same. But I haven't seen a couple whose marriage is perfect. Does that even exist? I always wonder! Five years back, on this day we were bound to each other with handcuffs. It is such an handcuff which doesn't have a key or you can say the key is thrown into an ocean. I will not lie ,but there were times when I wanted to give up and open the handcuff apart. But, something always stops me. Maybe marriage is such a relationship which cannot expressed in words.  With a marriage, comes a lot of expectations. You always wan

Sarah had a small and happy family. Her father worked as a peon in a private firm, her mother was a home maker.She had two younger sisters. They were satisfied and grateful to the Almighty in their life and Sarah's father made sure he got his daughters educated and make them independent. Today Sarah was going for a job interview. Finally she was selected for the post of accountant in a construction company. She had to work along with her male colleague, Farhan Rashid who was commonly called as Rashid. He appeared to be a young and dashing individual but stern in nature. He rarely spoke and at the beginning Sarah faced many problems because she had no one to look upon for help. But gradually Rashid became her good friend. They grew close and their relationship went a step forward. Both the families met and they got engaged. Life was a bliss for Sarah.Rashid was every girl's dream. He was very loving and caring towards Sarah. Months passed by and it was time for