Roses are not always red
Violets aren’t exactly blue.
We live in a world where pretty means beautiful, it means lovable, it means smart and sometimes it means blessed. An average looking girl is like she’s punished by God. We’ve so many fairness cream I don’t know why fairness is eye-candy and black means you’ve a tough life.
Our society is so much concerned about beauty that when an acid attack victim Laxmi Agarwal decided to live they suggested her to commit suicide because no one would marry her and she’s a curse on her family. She got no job because the employees were scared of her face. I pity them for they’re cursed with their own imagination.
We share those posts which says we should respect a girl and give her a chance to fly but still we can’t love someone who was raped. We don’t blame those rapist and attackers, we blame the girl. We don’t care about her career we care about her marriage. I mean why the hell is it mandatory for her to start a family in a country with the highest population.
In our movies, an actress is just for making the scenes look attractive though she has the ability to do more than that and Gal Gadot proved it to everyone. A girl is body shammed if she wears something which is considered “too revealing” by the society but if this society is well-mannered then why do they see those revealed parts I mean there’s much more too see above her cleavage. Look at her face and try to know about her beautiful thoughts and not about her character it’s not affecting you in anyway.
If a girl gets pregnant before marriage she’s disowned by her parents, society but that boy has no worries. After Hindu marriage ceremony there’s a way of testing if the girl is virgin and if she’s not, she’s thrown out of her house and sometimes she’s burnt alive. The interesting part is there’s no such system for boys because for a wife her husband is considered to be Lord, she can’t even dare to doubt him.
Continue reading “Women Like You Drown Oceans”
There was a time when Grandpa used to wake me up before the sounds of Church bells but now when I look back I keep crawling on my bed all day. Maybe because life is not so interesting and as I’m an adult there’s nobody responsible for my irresponsibility.
Gone are the days when we used to go on a long morning walk and talk about almost every eye-catching objects that crossed our way but now even five minutes with someone force me to talk about this stressful life and maturity. It was the time when I used to believe that singing Rain Rain Go Away will really stop the rain and Santa Claus does exist. The time when Mom used to award me five rupees for completing my homework and I used to by ten “not so tasty” candies only because the quantity was more. Continue reading “The Times We Had.”
Whoa! Thank you Claudia for nominating me. It’s your beautiful heart that made my blogs so special. You’re not just an honest psychologist but also a very talented blogger, a self dependent woman who’s working really hard to make her daughters capable. You’re someone who is ever ready to complement people for their good works, someone who amazed me with beautiful posts. I really feel privileged that I got an opportunity to complement your soul. Continue reading “The Sunshine Blogger Award”
People say, “no one can be perfect” but they also say, “nothing is impossible”.
People like black dresses but they don’t like black faces. Oh well! they like Bravo and that’s because he’s bloody successful. Your color doesn’t matter, people can still see your inner beauty all you need is MONEY! Let that guy dump you today.
Continue reading “Hunger”
To all the mothers in this world who spent their life thinking about the future of their husbands and children.
Wait for few minutes and look back. You’ve given enough of your life. Your husband is earning and can manage his life even in the worst situation. Your children have learnt so much about life to live without depending on you.
Continue reading “There are scars behind her wrinkles.”
I’m at the most crucial point of my career, “Do or Die”.
It hasn’t been even three days after my board exams but I’m not allowed to rest because in India, it’s never satisfactory for people. They say, you’ve to carry your board certificate throughout your life so work hard and then they say this board result won’t help you to get admission so keep preparing for the next and then colleges, jobs. Where’s life???
Continue reading “This phase of life.”
My human diary
There’s a simple pleasure in accepting true things. It’s not wrong to make the first move when you’re sure about it because acceptance will be beautiful and rejection will make you stronger. Love is not just a word it’s a different world of poetry. I can never say that I love you forever because I’ve no idea where my road will take me but Continue reading “You’re My Beginning.”
Everybody for once or twice in their life, must’ve gone through those days when we do not want to share our pain because it feels like we’re mocking ourselves. We listen to motivational and inspirational speeches but it never really works. When we want to enjoy but we get overwhelmed.
When they come to us whenever they need our help and for the rest of the time we are left all alone. When we are understanding and our fellas behaves as if they need a chance to prove us wrong, to make us feel like it’s always our mistake.
When slowly and then gradually the pearls comes out of the thread.
When memories are stains.
When silence is a shield.
When tomorrow is a fear.
When beauty seems fake and ugliness attracts.
When we are the most negative person filled with questions.
when we want to live but we just can’t help it.
Continue reading “Empty Days”
Like every fellow human beings my life has centered around the wish to find happiness. I always wanted that perfect someone in my life. Here to confess, I’ve never respected the precious love which I already have, of course, my mother. I lost my father at an early age and for some reasons Continue reading “‘Cause they’ll be there forever.”
They know she laughs for no reason but she can’t sleep without crying overnight.
They know when she shouts, she doesn’t care where she is but she can’t smile without sitting alone for hours.
They know she can’t be a simple Indian girl but she can’t be rude to anyone. Continue reading “She “