sanitary pad ads have RUINED period care by convincing women that the periods means jumping, running, climbing mountains and working out heavily.
periods come with pain, fatigue, mood swings and discomfort and body needs REST.
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Iranian hairstylist Ami Moghadam received death threats for posting videos of women receiving haircuts on Instagram.
So she decided to troll the Islamic Regime and their oppressive mandatory hijab laws in the most epic, hilarious way possible. 😂
My wife and I were having dinner at a restaurant in Bengaluru.
There was a young couple sitting next to us. You could tell it was a special night.
We overheard bits of their conversation..New job, finally some stability, something worth celebrating.
They looked genuinely happy.
Then their bill came.
The card didn’t go through.
They tried another. Declined.
You could see the shift instantly. The smiles faded. They started quietly discussing what to remove, what they could actually afford.
My wife looked at me.
I didn’t say anything.
Just called the waiter and asked him to add their bill to ours.
We told him not to mention us.
Just say it’s taken care of.
We left before they could turn around.
Didn’t want a thank you.
Just wanted them to finish their night the way it began.
We forgot about it.
Three years later, a letter arrived at our home. Somehow, they had tracked us down.
The waiter remembered us.
Helped them find us.
The letter said they were getting married.
That night, the one we barely remembered… was their first proper date after months of struggle.
Their first moment of relief after a long, difficult phase.
They wrote:
“Someone paying our bill made us believe that good people still exist. We carried that feeling through everything that came after.”
They invited us to their wedding.
We didn’t know them.
But we went anyway.
They introduced us to everyone..
“These are the people who showed us kindness when we needed it the most.”
We danced at their wedding.
We teared up during their Vows.
Somehow, we felt like family.
Today, they have a baby.
They send us pictures, festival wishes, little updates from their life.
And we’re a part of their story… because of one small moment.
Sometimes family isn’t blood.
It’s just people who chose to see you.
#SundayStories
including some of the country’s top hospitals, such as Vellore CMC, hadn’t given us any hope. But we were still hopeful that the universe would work a miracle. We have such advanced technology now, so we convinced ourselves that this time too, it would work.
This time last year, I went home hoping we could bring her back, just like the previous time. I reached home early in the morning. I’m always used to having her there, hugging and welcoming me, but this time she was just lying on the bed, too tired to move, yet her face…
at the hospital, and that was my priority. I didn’t even feel any jet lag. I showered, got ready, and within a couple of hours we were on our way to the hospital. She rested her head on my lap the entire way.
We all knew this was our last resort, as the other hospitals,…
was full of smiles.
I remember joking with her that her demand for a home nurse from NZ was a little too much, that she was becoming high maintenance.
I hadn’t slept for the past 24 hours, but I didn’t bother to sleep because she wanted me to be there with her..
Life is so funny. You can literally have the worst week of your life and then a few days later, life becomes so beautiful again and you feel happier than ever. Remember this when you're going through a rough patch. It'll pass. Give it time.
I'm 37. Instead of regretting that I can't wake up age 18 again, I pretend to myself that I'm 90 and I've woken up age 37 again, and that I get to magically, wonderfully have the next 50 years again.