‘Fifth time!’, I asked her incredulously, ‘what brings you back here?’ In the back of my mind, the racy news headlines of rape and molestation were flashing. Strange though it may sound, that day a non-Indian taught me about my country the things which I had always viewed with a prejudiced mind.
via Four wives
The Indian Army works like an organism. And what it needs today is a strong and healthy heart.
"This will prevent anyone stealing your things.” What my wise mother didn’t tell me that day was that it will prevent people from stealing my name. Because one day, when I am no longer there to tell my side of the story, the immortal utensils (like fossils), will prove my presence in some part of His-story to the future beings.
With hair tied up in a tight pony and baseball cap covering the delicate contours of my face, I sat down in the driver seat. A loose chequered shirt (borrowed from my husband) and jeans were doing a manageable task to hide my feminine curves.
Gupta uncle died two days back in his 1.75 crore 3BHK flat. He breathed his last in the company of four walls, choking on that fine linen which his departed wife had once matched so tastefully with the peach curtains. He was 85.
She—my daughter— is a lovely child, a mischievous smile play on her rosy lips and her twinkling eyes reflect a fearless laughter. Like a bird she flies around hiding here and there. I dread this brave innocence of her and thus, I cook up stories of some invisible monster who will grab her if she is out of my sight.
Social evils can only be uprooted SOCIALLY Not everyone has that courage or a motivation level to be an ardent activist. Frankly, we have plenty of excuses or ‘reasons’ to complaint but not to act. I still believe, even if not all of us are ready to march the street holding torchlight, still there is at least some way in which we can contribute, however little, for the betterment of the society.
I don’t mind the dirty streets, dirty bus-stands and dirty police stations as long as they are safe….they are far better than the ‘clean’ surroundings where every second a woman/girl is either burnt/molested/raped/acid-attacked or abused. Kudos to Swachchata Abhiyaan, but what we need desperately is a nation-wide SABHYATA abhiyaan. # Burning of a girl student … Continue reading Sabhyata Abhiyaan …
I have often seen them, two quiet people, sitting together but not together. They no longer hold hands because they hold their oversized phones, their eyes no longer talk or reflect their deepest emotions because they are woozy with the glow of mobile phones. They no longer hug, they no longer fight, oh the curse of emoticons! now they don’t even write those love notes anymore.