My Lazy Girl

Remove the mask of flawlessness and diplomacy. Shed the fears of getting judged. Don’t shy away to smile in your ugliest form. It’s always fine this way. I know by this time everyone’s waiting to change the calendars on their wall. It’s the second last day of this year and everyone is engrossed in making plans of what needs to be done and how it needs to be done. While other half of the population might be wondering which car, property, shares to invest in as their pundit ji might have forecasted the expected behaviors of their Raahu and Ketu(all about astrology u see). Basically all the people I am encountering on my Whatsapp, Facebook and Instagram are busy planning for 2019. It’s a new year after all; we all need to prepare for it. Going to the already over loaded, over priced clubs and bars with layers of makeup paired with the painful stilettos and cheering up in the crowd with bottles of beer is something for the kids now a days( what’s the point of screaming whe...

A hope to escape out of this place and to see our families again. A hope to fulfill the dreams we dreamed of. A hope to live again! I clearly remember Room No 11 it was. That night near about 10:20pm (IST) we all were sitting in a room clinging to one another. 30 pair of frightened sleepless eyes with a clueless mind and hearts beating with the same pace and with the same question, “what will happen now?” The entire room was filled with the silence of graveyard. I know its hard to believe, 30 girls in a room with the pin drop silence(historic moment, see!). No inverter, no emergency lights but some week sleek small candles were all we had, which were the left overs of the Diwali that we celebrated previous month. We lit a candle outside our room and one inside to see each other’s face in the dark night. I was sitting in the middle of my group, holding Vaishali’s arm tightly with my head stitched to her shoulder. I was the most frightened soul in the entire group. The ...