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  • When the Wuhan nemesis came too close for comfort!
    Jyoti | 31-Jul-2020
    Being a doctor, I was aware that sooner or later I will have to face the enemy but the way the enemy crept upon me was a total shock. I was exercising regularly, eating healthy and taking all the precautions needed to keep the enemy at bay and even if I had to face the battlefield, I thought I would be ready mentally and physically. But I was not ready for the way I got pushed into the battlefield without a warning! I was on duty on Saturday and was looking forward for the Sunday off but on Sunday morning I woke up feeling feverish and lethargic. I measured the temperature which was not fever by medical definition. I thought it to be common flu as it was a long time since I suffered one so I went about my routine without any worry. Tuesday night I got a message that Saturday I had been in contact with a person who has tested positive for corona virus and all my sane thoughts flew out of the window. I panicked so much that I couldn’t think straight. I packed my bag ready to bolt out of the house in the
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  • A Night to Remember
    SowMIyA | 24-Jul-2020
    || A Night to Remember ||   MIA! An absolute gregarious person, she was a dreamer, an achiever, a free-spirited soul that wandered to places and came with hands full. She just knew how to live life in full circles. Would soar from one high to another. Sometimes with a scratch on the knee. And often a bruise over the head. But rare was a tear in her eye. She knew the true meaning of living life queen size. She was a Queen herself not to a sham kingdom. But a queen of her own soul, queen of her heart. Recently had she grabbed a promotion in her office and her charm was no minor for her boss to throw a party for all to celebrate her success. It was a cozy chilling evening of mid-December. The winds were strong and so were the spirits. The company's farmhouse was lit up with shimmering yellow and orange. The garden was bursting with glee, crackle, and chatter. The soft flowing music was matching the mood of the evening to the fullest. Mia was encircled with one after the other gang of colleagues high
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  • Listening.........
    Dr Nishan | 15-Jul-2020
    Listening with eyes closed  Listening with open heart  Listening with a flawless ego Listening with  empathy  Listening is empowerment  Listening is connection  Listening is magical  Listen to yourself and those who mean to you . Listen to those who doesn't matter to you. Listen to nature and learn to nurture Listen to Music and folk lores and fables  Listen to caress the wounds and scars  Listen to pains that took you so far  Listen to re learn all that's learnt  Listen to undo all that you have done........  Under the layers of flesh and bones we are all nothing but only one !!          
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  • Hey girl... This is for you and me!
    Dr Nishan | 14-Jul-2020
    They will tell you what to eat and when  They will decide the length of your skirt  They will judge you upon the tone of your skin and the paint on your  lips They will assume why you are fat or skinny  If you are successful, probably you are infertile  If you are a home body , probably you ain't competent enough  They say , they judge, they slay ,they will hurry ,they  will complain  . They will never have enough of you .You will never be enough for them. They will fight for even the last bit of you. But that's not your burden , girl... You came alone and you WILL leave alone .  Go , Love fiercely ... Dance without those heels.....lift those weights .... Eat the cake....and buy that dress...meet your friend for no reason.... Take time to feel the breeze on your face ... Walk enough, sleep enough , rest enough . Only so much you can do for yourself . Learn to say NO and re learn to stick by it.  Let's not betray our bodies and minds for we embrace wh
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  • The Fallen rose !!
    Dr Nishan | 11-Jul-2020
    Smoking a cigar she stood by the street swaying her hips , a tune on her lips  Swirling her heels in graceful abandon  She scanned the crowd for a hopeful acquaintance The red lips she flaunted was too much a cliche The make up had caked and the frowns wrinkled . The kohl smudged over like spilled over wine. The ladies shyed away as she walked down the streets  The men ogled her in all ways they could . The sagging boobs,muddy heels ,greying and balding hair lines  Some fret, some laughed at her staggering gait  "Old hag", they whispered and whistled as she slouched into the evening bar   The prime of a dancer, a singer, saw such great falls .. she loved many and many loved her but couldn't belong to any .  In search of fame and riches she remembered the days she danced with her soul and spirit . Now the empty womb s throbbing for a child who would hold her hand for one last time  Now the days gave birth to lonely nights where she sat and knit with a br
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  • Being her
    Dr Nishan | 09-Jul-2020
    The driest Sahara that the rain can't quench , let her thirst pour like the rapids and the floods.  The dilapidated dreams that saw no dawn , let her dream till her soul finds rest.  Are you the bird who left the nest to find the rest..   Who burnt it's wings by the wrath of the sun..  Let the Nightingale sing at the emperor sill.. Let the gleeful music make her free  If you can't bear her heat..  If you can't see her dreams ..  If you can't touch her soul..  If you can't love her scars..  Go shoot her in the head , let her crown fall to the ground ..  Oh .. the fiery fate of life , take one final look , a million forms are spurting out from every drop of blood you shed..  No matter how many swords you sway... You still cant stop her throbbing heart...  That dreamed , that loved , that yearned , that fought...  That chose to fly above the nest you made... That chose to fight the rest you tamed . 
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  • Yes. I am an ordinary woman. A woman who doesnt match up to any social standard of beauty. I have a brown skin and I have'nt bothered becoming fair or lovely using any product or foundation or treatment.  I have crater like acne on my face. Marks and scars aplenty from pimples, hormones, sun tanning, stress and even anxiety.  I have dry skin, that needs to be mositurized twice a day so that it doesnt become dry or flaky. Nothing close to the surreal, supple soft skin that women are supposed to have! My palms, are rough with countless intersceting lines and far from soft! On most occasions they are harder and more rough than the hands of most men and women with whom I would shake hands! (Pre corona times). My nails are brittle and chip easy, seldom looking like the manicured beautiful hands of the women seen in media.  I have cellulite, strech mars and most defintely a figure that doesnt fit the social standards of beauty.  Neither do I have a sun kissed, golden glow on my face when I
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  • Walking towards Ru
    As per the Hindu calendar, my birthday falls on Guru Poornima. To think of it deeply...i wouldn't have whisked my way on Earth on any other day! . . Gu- means darkness and Ru- means Light. A guru takes you from darkness to light. For me, Gu (darkness) itself is the brightest Ru (light) In the dark cocoon, a butterfly is born. Breakdowns teach breakthroughs. Rock bottom is the turning point. Reflection is Rebirth. Healing requires Hurting. Even the Cosmos requires Chaos to grow! . . My biggest Guru is Poornima.  The Moon doesn't steal the darkness. It only unveils the beauty of the dark through its light. It is because of the dark sky, that we meet this light. Theres so much than meets the sk-eye!  From Gu, it starts its journey towards Ru. Mindful and aware, learning through each phase. Glowing through each turn and becoming Poorna. And then ever so gently, it starts its journey towards darkness once again, knowing that all growth lies in there.  Gu-Ru is a never ending process in
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  • Born of Blood
    " A woman you are When will you learn? To speak softly, laugh only little, Sit neatly, walk garcefully, every breath governed!   You have to be calm and demure  Your words and thoughts and your body impure,  You bleed every month, woman, its a disgrace Ensure you hide it well and even cover your face!   Its something to be kept safe and secret  Its a curse being a woman - my biggest regret! This pain and the struggle that comes every month  This isnt the time to pull your bold stunts!   So stay at home and stay within the walls  Dont fly too much lest trouble befalls  Its a man's world we cannot change Be grateful, for us he drops his sweat!   What makes you feel you can change the world? There will only be insults and accusations hurled  At you and me for doing a bad job Unable to do more than sit and sob!   Wake up young woman! Its time to realise your fate And learn your place and duties  Before it gets too late!"
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  • abeer athar | 25-Jun-2020
    Strength is not a castle surrounded and guarded by the soldiers, strength is that sand castle near the shore that you keep making as many times as the tides wash it away.
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  • It is least about me, it is always about YOU!
    I have received many messages about the influence and impact I had on people, my positivity and the direction of my lifes journey which was inspiring and my instagram posts were looked forward to.It is an extremely humbling process and fills me with tremendous gratitude to each one of you who reached out...I have always believed that though the Giver is great, the true greatness lies in the Receiver.The Giver is giving out the same love, energy, positivity and inspiration but not all are receiving it in the same manner.To some it brings a smile while to others they draw inspiration from it.To some it is nothing more than a scroll and to others a waste of time.You are the eyes through which you see and draw lessons from it."Two men standing in jail. One sees the bars, the other sees the stars"Perspective is everything.It is least about the giver, it is always about the receiver...God gives us everything - joys and sorrows, nature and nurture. But we all derive different lessons, different levels of gratitude f
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  • sanchita | 21-Jun-2020
    An Ode to My Father. It was bright sunny morning. I was on my usual morning jog to fill my lungs with the fresh morning air. I could hear the soft chirping of the birds and could feel the bright sun. What a lovely morning to start the day with.While I was feeling the nature’s beauty I came across a six or seven year old boy being taught to ride a bicycle. He had blue coloured bicycle and the boy was with silky brown hair and red shorts and white t shirt.His father was middle aged man,neatly shaved in grey tracksuit. The memories of my childhood came gushing by when I was of around same age my father taught me to ride a bicycle. Like any other kid I too suffered many failed attempts. But my father taught me never to give up. He was a picture of patience. He was always besides me with his hand at the back of the bicycle seat again and again, as many times as I needed him to. I clearly remember the day I took off by myself I could feel the wind blowing on my face. So what, if I could not stop properly and
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