Fire beneath my human wings

Fire beneath my human wings

Dreams are the touchstones of one’s character. Dreams are the children of our souls. Dreams are important. Not the dreams that require a soundless sleep but one that gives you a sleepless night. Lovely readers, today I shall write about the fire to my candle. Just imagine, a candle left unlit. It not only loses its function and essence but loses its identity. The same is with dreams that aren’t lit up regularly by inspirations. One fine afternoon, as I was busy dancing onto, ‘Shoot to thrill’, waiting for the…

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Being A Transgender In India

The amount of pain and marginalism this group has faced cannot be described in words. Despite being considered as a third gender by supreme court of India they’re still not accepted by our society Today I was sitting on the Porch with my friends and suddenly came the topic of being a transgender in India my friend who is a 25-Year-old well-educated Girl still avoided this topic I asked if her own son felt like being a transgender what would her response be she immediately responded ill never let this…

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Half Goddess, Half Hell

She stood amidst the high voltage wire mesh which was but an imaginary fence of the traumatizing past tainting her body and mind. The girl lost her innocence on a fine spring morning but continued to be naive. Hopeless and helpless she shrunk into the dreary memory lanes and gave up. Fell deep into the red brightly blazing pits of her dark memory. Ruined and ruthless are the people who push away a girl who cares to love, instead of going to war for her. The dark gloomy skies, the…

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