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I could hear her sob as she spoke. The tone of her voice resembled her despondence. I said nothing. I went and sat next to her. I cupped her face into my hands. I could feel the tears on her cheek, I could feel the hot puffs of breath, I could feel the bandages and I could feel some part of the scar
Yes, she survived an acid attack.
Acid attacks are on the most heinous and unethical crimes committed, which are still a burning issue, in our country. Thousands of women are compelled to live with physiological, psychological and social scars. The victims are subjected to discrimination and humiliation on a daily basis,and it is far less tangible but the discrimination from the society hurts the most. The psychological scars take more time to heal. 'You're beautiful!' I exclaimed.
She refuses to cover her face with a scarf in public. The acid failed to burn her spirit.
We human beings, we are judgemental creatures, we have this habit of judging everything and everyone by the looks.
But I can't, and I'm glad that I can't. God enabled me to judge her inner beauty, her persona. For the first time ever, I'm complacent due to my disability, or my ability to judge her and perceive her differently.
All that I've said will definitely seem ambiguous unless I reveal something about myself.
I'm blind. Yes, I am.
But the best thing is that, she never judged me, I can never judge her, even thought the world judges us and our friendship.
But all I know is that we are perfect,imperfectly perfect.
By Nilanjana Das (@nilanjananemo )
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wrote this around a month after he and i broke up.
he wasn’t my first boyfriend but he was my first love. he wasn’t good for me either and it was so hard to finally break up with him. two months later and i’m glad that i did
and again, i stitch maladroit poetry that whisper your name. //
i’m in love with the past you
the sixteen year old me falling for
the seventeen year old you
i was still a flower blooming
and you were a bud almost withering
but we danced with the sweet wind
and we mumbled melodies under
those twinkling, living orbs
i do not know, after all these
months, and years that are yet to come
if we are told to reconnect again
if we are told to gaze at each other again
could i fall for you
you could slowly become an unwanted dream
a wish granted at a wrong time
you could not feel like home anymore, you could make me scream with terror and fill my nights with nightmares to keep me cowered
maybe, i’m a flower which is still blooming
or maybe i’ve opted the path to wilt
the sixteen year old me has changed
maybe those feelings have swelled too
you no longer think the way you used to
you’ve grown and you still are
you probably don’t find my smile pretty
anymore, maybe there’s a prettier smile
that has been blessed upon your soul
but, the sixteen year old me loved the
seventeen year old you
they probably still remember our secrets
i’m slowly forgetting the promises we had forged
maybe, i could never love you
with all the passion
the sixteen year old me
had loved the seventeen year old you
the love of mine
had been so fresh and so new
love for us had been rosey tulips and buttermilk and honeyed crêpes and rainy nights
love, oh i was sinking in vanity, for i thought i was the greatest lover God bestowed upon this filthy world.
love, it was exotic, it felt precarious
but we were brimming with excitement
we were at the edge, ready to jump
ready to fly, the ground seemed like a
so we did jump
only you glided up, up
to the gleaming sun
while the sixteen year old me
slowly fell in a loophole
your memories, your smile, your heart, soul, tears, laughter, your eyes that had light; //
i believe you’ll never hear them again, for you’ve grown deaf to all my pleading mewls.
“Where is the ball??” This was one of my favorite exercises at ROAR BERLIN taught by @judithsanchezruiz . It’s one of the best lessons in specificity and curiosity through movement. I love applying it to this grand space while rehearsing for HOMEBODY: A Ritual Party. Wednesday at 8:00pm, come early for snacks and food, FREE ADMISSION 😊🙏🏾
** PRETEND that “Consideration” by Rihanna is playing, because it was!!**