Wrong
"You have been here long, but no change, in any case, it has been negative. You have lost yourself in him, what now?", the soft yet firm voice, echoed louder in my bones than in my inner ears. I thought I could fix him , I was wrong! My own emotions were in a fix. I thought I could heal him. Wrong, my own wounds of past were there glaring with rage in my heart.
When Pain Arrives
You are awake. You are staring at the wall, listening to my heaving. From a distance you are watching me break down in tiny pieces. It breaks your heart. But what can you do? You can walk away. You can run from so this madness and never look back. You can walk away from this darkness that you never have a chance of understanding.
Changing The Statistics
You see, the thing with being raped, or just generally being abused at such a young age, is that you find it hard to open up to people about it. I would know because for me, it started when I was about four years old. I really don't remember much about that time of my life but I can never forget what she did to me. Yes, "she".
Just Another Bloke In Life
You see during my childhood, my parents ensured I watched fairy-tale movies and had books filled with magical stories of knights and beautiful princesses who were in dire need of saving. I don’t think they knew the effect of all these stories towards my love life. They have made me view relationships as something sacred, something beautiful to be shared with ONLY that person who loves you.
Picture Perfect
G was at the gate. Perfect. I remembered about my earphones on the bed. I rushed for them, and as I was about to leave the front door, I bumped into him. I didn’t hear him come. I look at G for a second as he closed the gate. He apologized with his eyes. What could he do? A fresh cloud of mist covered my eyes as they darted between him, G and the gate. He is smiling at me. ‘I saw your mother leave. Where are you going?’
A Pressing Need
Forget the negative press feminists have always faced. We are always deemed as angry, single and lonely women with 10 cats who hate men and are working very hard to challenge the position of men in today's society. When in fact, we are just a bunch of bomb-ass intelligent women and girls who are breaking boundaries and pushing for the social, political and economic equality of the sexes.
Pseudo Female Friendship Stereotypes & Why We are Ditching Them
We live in a time where female friendships are expected to be toxic, bitchy and/or competitive. That is the power the media has in shaping perceptions, something I think they take very lightly, or not? I do not mean that some women are not bitchy or toxic or competitive sometimes BUT these characteristics are not the defining factor of what female friendships should be like.
How Lovers Come Into My Life
I laugh it off. They seem certain but unsure. That is how they are and even though love can take many forms, it cannot be unsure. They sit there telling me that they crave my company just to have it. I walk away knowing there is no hope for our story. Did I see the way he looked at me? Of course I did. It was full of desire, but I am skeptical because it is not completely for me but rather for the things I possessed…
And Then There Was Us
This time she would not read too much into what they shared. But all that resolve went down the drain; Dana could not take her eyes of him. He wasn’t doing anything special. He was just being. When she hugged him, she felt a familiarity that did not belong. Texts and infrequent phone calls could not bring that, she thought…
Let's Talk About Eczema: My Story
Then one morning, I noticed some pimple-like structures, they were itchy and reddish. They were on my face (especially the area around the nose, cheeks and forehead), both arms and both legs. I thought that probably I had a food allergy and that the pimples would disappear after some time. A week later, it only got worse…
A woman in a man's world
I have worked behind the scenes in the media industry for around 8 years and most of the people who do such kinds of work are mainly men. Once you start flourishing, you are automatically considered as "sleeping with the boss". I have heard that so many times, but the truth still remains "hard work pays."
