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नई मां ( Hindi Poetry)

For the longest I had wanted to talk about body shaming not by men but by our very own girlfriends, female acquaintances. I have been a subject to it and I’m sure you have too! From 48 kgs to 72 kgs (pregnancy) to suddenly shedding weight few months after delivery, I have seen it all in just 5 yrs!

Here is an attempt to talk about what a new mom doesn’t want to hear from her friends who seldom show up and from acquaintances who have perhaps never met in person. We are blessed with beautiful voices and languages, let’s put our words to uplift others❣️❣️❣️

आई जीवन में एक नन्ही सी जान
सोचा एक नया अस्तित्व मिला
मिला मां बनने का सम्मान,
पर अस्तित्व मिला नहीं धुंदली हो गई उसकी अपनी पहचान

एक औरत ही औरत की पीढ़ा समझती है
क्या सच मे समझती है
और समझ के भी उसके ज़ख्मों को कुरेदती है?

अरे ये तो कुछ नहीं आगे देखो क्या होता है कमाल
हमने कैसे तीन बच्चे पाले, तुम तो हो एक ही में बेहाल।
कितनी अच्छी दिखती थी, मोटापे से हो गई हो बेडौल
बच्चा देखो कितना दुबला है, तुम खुद ही हुए जा रही हो ढोल।

रोती चीखें और किलकारियां
नया बच्चा अपने साथ लाता है नई जिम्मेदारियां
जानते हैं सब, मानते भी है सब
फिर भी होते है हैरान सब,
क्योकि बदन दर्द, थकान, अवसाद नहीं हैं कोई बीमारियां।

अवसाद से परेशान नई मां को भी पता नहीं
कि है वो किस की शिकार,
उसकी ही सहेलियां, पड़ोसी आंटीया प्यार से कहती हैं
कि वो हो रही है बेकार।

झाइयां, झुर्रियां, मोटापा कमजोरी
दुबली है, तो कुछ खाती क्यों नहीं?
मोटी है तो कुछ करती क्यों नहीं?
थिन है तो थिन शेमइंग
फैट है तो फैट शेमइंग।

औरत ही औरत को हीन भाव दिलाती है,
सहयोगी हो कर भी हीनता के घूंट पिलाती है।
अगर खुदके लिए सजे तो स्वार्थी हो जाती है,
तभी शायद दोस्तों को जलाने के लिए तैयार होती है।

 

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Micro Fiction, muse, My musings

Hidden away in the inside of my Jacket

This winter afternoon when Mumbai was comparatively cooler than previous years, I took out a few woolen clothes and jackets from the loft. What a sight it was to see the winter clothes that had been tucked away for so many years! I couldn’t wait to try my pullovers and jackets from college days, more so because I wanted to see how or whether they will fit me now. I had to wait to put them in the sun to get rid of the moldy smell that stored, unworn clothes develop.

A day later I tried the pullovers, they were all hugging me tighter than earlier, guess they were as happy as I was to get them wearing, I guess they knew I needed more warmth than I needed way back in college.

I then picked up the old jacket that I had worn several times for my campus interviews. Thin air of nostalgia filled the room. I put the jacket on; the buttons could barely meet their buttonholes. This was my jacket’s way of telling me that I had come too far in life, with one child, husband, in laws several new relationships, it made me think of the rewards and my accomplishments just like it did in my college days. Continue Reading

Micro Fiction, My musings, Uncategorized, words

Hot Red lingerie

In his office bag she found a stunning, new red lingerie though a tad bit large in size; she smiled and kept it back before he saw her prying into his bag.

She imagined herself in that bold, sensual lingerie and thought to herself, finally it was time for them to make love. finally for the first time in 6 months of their marriage they will do what she had been longing to!

She hugged him from behind and he smiled back.

The coming weekend he was off to Goa with his boyfriends and the Hot red lingerie!

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