Dear Me ❤️

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Dear Me,
One day I’ll stand tall in front of people who pulled me down. I’ll have my shoulders above people who tried to suppress me. I’ll make people regret for treating me bad. I’ll bring my talent to limelight.
One day I’ll make you really really proud.
I’m getting prepared for all the above.

© Yashica Priya

I’m Loving it!

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I write not to impress anyone, but to touch souls of many. I scream my emotions through highest intensity of expression. To write is to accompany myself with my formulations. And, I’m loving it.

© Yashica Priya

What’s Wrong in being a Housewife?

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Why is that people give a weird look when I say “I want to be a housewife”?
They be like, “Yeah? Seriously? Why don’t you go for a job and be independent?”
This is so irritating at times.
Yes, I have a good educational career, have worked previously, and earned enough. And now when I want to settle as a homemaker, don’t hesitate to listen what a girl like me has on mind.
With the growing economy and intense popularity, the idea of women being housewives has gotten really worse. The understructure of being an “ideal” woman, according to this society today, is to have a decent degree beside the name, a great job, and a well-paid salary. Women who stay at home, preferring to be a 24*7 wife, mother, and daughter-in-law, are in no way lesser than those women who work in a greatest MNC. We too have dreams, goals to achieve, and so many. But according to me, to build my family with love, care, responsibilities means a lot rather than working for a random company’s growth. I work for my family, I help them grow, I wish to be there for them irrespective of wild winds and soothing breezes. If one chooses to stay at home, washing vessels and clothes and helping her in-laws, she is supposed to be called “brave” for sacrificing her personal dreams. I suppose it’s something that shouldn’t be degraded and pulled down with sarcasm or whatever you call it. I have the capability to run to the kitchen and manage my partner’s savings at the same time. Also I’m sure that I’m eligible to get into the workplace I really want to. I don’t see myself anywhere a step lower than other women who earn.
Maybe with this designation of housewife, I hope I can build one or few humans stronger with clarity of mind and feed them good vibes. I wouldn’t tie them with my thoughts but with my soul that’s attached so deeply within us as a family.
Don’t say that I failed to create my life by not pursuing with my career. Not everyone does their career or job with love. Choosing to be a housewife takes real talent and every work is done passionately with lively presence and soft smiles, which I think is most needed to live life fully. The meaning of a family is to grow together with compassion, love, and respect towards each other. It is not a NECESSITY to work. I wish women support each other when they choose to settle down as a proud homemaker! No matter how much we do, we never get a “Wow” or a “Congratulations on your bonus” exclamations. There’s no sick leave or casual leave.
We make “house” a happy “home” to live in. We’re hired once and are forever hired.

© Yashica Priya

Happy Women’s Day

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Happy Women’s Day to all the lovely women out there.

Being a woman, always remember you deserve more of respect, love, and affection. You are stronger than you will ever know. Don’t let anyone degrade your standard. Know that you are born to live the best life. Make use of the ultimate purpose of your existence. Have the courage to walk away if anything worthy is served lesser for you. Because, your excellency is above men. Always have two kinds of attitude; one to make a real man fall for you and the other to burn the so-called men if they ill-treat you.

I love you all. More Peace be with you. ❤

© Yashica Priya

Women, say, “I’m Happy that I’m on My Periods.”

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Every month we recieve a call; a call from the uterus.
Something is on the way.
We rush to check if we have stained.
No, not yet.
We check twice or thrice before going to bed.
And later, we wake up with immense pain.
A war of 5 days.
Laying straight on bed, with those sticky pads rubbing and striking our thighs.
You see us walking with legs wider.
Because it’s inconvenient; it’s so uncomfortable.
Understand.
We feel so hungry, but really don’t wish to eat anything.
We go to the workplace, and work with physical pressure.
Hell lot of mood swings.
Nobody cares; nor they’re willing to.
After a tiring day, we take a hectic travel to reach home.
We try to sleep and try to find one comfortable position to sleep peacefully.
Hell no. We feel every drop of blood that’s dripping.
The cramps are horrible.
We survive the pain.
We breathe through the rotten blood smell.
We bleed so that the Earth can have enough lives.
Our blood is a Siren that indicates we’re healthy and normal.
Men, take our pain more serious. We tolerate it beyond limits. Just three days. It won’t last longer. Adjust with us.
Red dots on our back are not a shame, but pride.
Because, Bleeding is a Blessing. ❤

“I’m happy to say that I’m on my periods.”

© Yashica Priya

ABHINANDAN VARTHAMAN 🙏

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The brave heart took a great challenge to fight against an other country.
They started it all; they killed our people,
but then it was time to unveil the face of our true Hero, Abhinandan.
It was a battle on the sky, a huge battle.
Such an unfortunate that he ended up landing on the ground of the opposition country,
where he was caught and beaten up.
Just because he was an Indian and belonged to the Indian Air Force?
He tried all possible ways, ran on all the four directions;
Not to save himself but to safeguard all the confidential documents he had with him.
He tried swallowing a few, but caught in hands of horrific people.
His hands were tied, eyes were blindfolded, and face dripping with blood and sweat,
It did break the hearts of every Indian,
to see our own human in extreme grievance.
The worry we Indians had was multifarious.
He wouldn’t be aware of what was going on, where has he been trapped, or under whom.
Our hearts were drenched in pain and soreness.
But he survived the agony, and in no way his face expressed it.
The courageous heart had the politeness, the same melodious tone of voice, and the bravery to go through it.
Can someone do this much to save their country?
Like a Lion amongst snakes.
But then after we heard that he’s safe and returning back to his Mother Nation,
we felt happiness beyond miles.
We love you, Sir.
You wipped off the empathy we had on you and replaced it with huge proud.
I’m so glad to say that I live in the country where Wg. Cdr. Abhinandan resides.
He is finally back.
Love and Peace.

~ A proud Indian,
© Yashica Priya