Duniya Sana Ki दुनिया सना की

This poem is dedicated to Papa. I love him and he is the best person I have in my life! The day was just like any other day The only difference being that today she had her father by her side. How badly she missed him all these days! There was a different kind of happiness when he was around her; The doorbell rang Outside was standing a man He entered with two bags in his hands And the girl rushed and hugged him tight around his fat belly He put the luggage down and swayed his right hand on her head A smile grew on her face and tears of happiness came rolling down... SANA

Menstruation, also known as periods, is a natural process. There is nothing to feel ashamed about it; we don't need to hide it. Rather, we should be proud of it. Many girls have the blessing of becoming others through this natural process. There are many taboos when it comes to menstruation. In many families, girls who are menstruating are not allowed to touch anything or enter the kitchen. At some places, there is a saying that who are menstruating shouldn’t be eating pickle. People have made menstruation an ‘issue’; even if girls are not ashamed of it, people make sure that they feel ashamed. The biggest problem is that it starts from nowhere else, but our own house. The day a girl begins with her menstruation cycle she is told not share it with anyone. Many mothers don’t even talk to their daughters about menstruation. Many girls don’t even know what actually menstruation is and why is it so important. Girls are told not to share it with any ‘male’ member, be it their fat...

Gender equality has become a trending topic these days. Not only among the youth but among people of other age groups also. People see one side of gender equality, not the complex side. According to most people, gender equality only means talking about it in front of others as if we know everything. This is one part of it. The complex and larger side of it is actually about practising it in our own lives rather than just speaking in front of the public. This side includes inequalities within families too. I have seen this happen in many families. I have seen parents treating their daughters very nicely at home, but things change when it comes to the outer world. They educate their daughters, they let them wear whatever they want to, let them attend parties, etc. However, this is just one aspect. The second part includes parents letting their daughters study in a good college. However, after that, they have to marry a man selected for her. Many parents allow their daughters to...

A poem after a long time that I've written in epistolary form. I hope my dear readers like it. :) your valuable feedbacks are welcomed in the comment section below. :) Dearest Friend, Today, memories were rushing through my mind, Remembering all those beautiful times. Remember that lame joke that I cracked? We laughed on that for... I guess 20 min!? Remember that five rupee chocolate you got me? I gave you one small piece of it and ate the rest! Remember the nick-names we gave each other? They made no sense... but close to our hearts rather. Your unbelievable stories that I had to believe... The crazy thoughts which you called 'deep and philosophical'... Not one dress that you did not not taunt me about! Not one day went without talking to each other... Not one memory we did not share with each other... All those times when I taunted you about your mobile phone cover... And at last the most important thing... longest and tightest hug, with beautiful emotions...

The biggest problem with humans is that they don’t realize the value of people until they leave us. And it’s not like I don’t face this problem, I face it too. When that person is there with us, we can hate him/her, we can love them, we can underestimate them, and we can do all sorts of stuff. But then that not-so-happy day comes and those people leave us. This happened to me about 2-3 times. The second or third time I realized the value of people as someone really close to me left me. Last year on the 12 th of February my dearest principal left me. When she was alive, I remember taking out imperfections in every decision she took.  ‘Why did she cancel the picnic?!’, ‘Why does she come so late to the assembly?!’ etc-etc. I accept I said all of this, but whenever we had a special assembly and she read something from the Bible or read out some moral story, I always listened to them carefully. One of the important teachings that she gave us was “Children, everything happens for...