Society, Poetry, 1 min readAdelle FernandesVictim-Shaming, India

Who cares

Society, Poetry, 1 min readAdelle FernandesVictim-Shaming, India
Who cares

Wearing a crop top and shorts, 
She out for her morning jog, 

Needless to say, heads turned, 
Men and women, aunties and uncles,
Whispered, judged and smirked,
There she was being scanned, top to down.
"Look at her arms", one said,
"Shameless girl, showing her stomach" said the one wearing a saree,
While the other passed a comment about her unwaxed legs.

But she woke up again,
The next day,
Wore a diferent crop top and shorts,
Her legs unwaxed, stomach showing and her arms still the same.

You ask why?
Because she never cared, she never will,
But they do, they always will.

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The old man's love

As everyone laughed insanely at their mobiles, an old man sat talking to a photograph. I observed him for more than an hour. He talked, laughed, cried and finally, saw me staring at him. He came to me and sat beside me showing his wallet. It was a young lady's photograph. Looking at me he said, “She is my wife in her teens. She used to be so hilarious all the time. Do you know what she said during her last hours!?”

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The old man's love
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Horizon: A forbidden Indian love story

“Kshitija  is the place where the sky and sea meet” he said, nodding to himself as he wiped his hands on dirty trousers, not looking at me. “Horizon”, I whispered weaving my fingers into my hair and not being able to take my eyes off his. Shrugging, he countered, “Means the same, but mine’s more poetic.” I was only ten but I knew I had fallen in love with a nameless boy I met at the railroads every day.

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