A startling ripple of despair hit my core
Aching my soma and my soul
I found myself wondering alone
With my mind be lost in the clouds
I delve for the slightest bit of hope
Yearning for serenity and delight
Nowhither to be found in my world
Yeh hamari hukoomat aaye din kuch na kuch ban kar rahi hoti hai bhae ek saath jeena hi ban kardou na pls. Kisi ko nahi rehna yahan, itni pabandiyon mein. Is se behtar hai hum stoneage mein chalay jayen or jungle mein apna ghar bana lein.
We HATE groups where women share their personal stories and call it airing dirty laundry in public.
Dirty hua aap ka rivaaj. Aap ka abuse. Aur aap ki bukwas that violence against women doesn't exist.
The video of the man beating up his mother is evidence of what goes on behind 1000s of closed doors in this country. How is it that despite ALL these reminders most of us refuse to acknowledge domestic violence? We call safe spaces where women share these concerns a saazish.
When Dr Zubia in Yaqeen Ka Safar said,
Insaan Maaf nahi karta, Woh baar baar hamari ghaltiyan, Hamare Gunah, Hamaray samne laata hai, Humain kitna hi ehsaas kyun na hojaye apni ghalti ka, Hum kitne hi ache, kitne hi naik kyun na hojayen, Insaan maaf nahi karta.
We all felt it.
If you're available 24/7 they think you are cheaper and have nothing to do. They just take you for granted. No one appreciate your time and attention if you always available. It's how you lose priority. Get distant, disappear once in a while be rare so you will be important.