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Women, say, “I’m Happy that I’m on My Periods.”

Every month we recieve a call; a call from the uterus.
Something is on the way.
We rush to check if we have stained.
No, not yet.
We check twice or thrice before going to bed.
And later, we wake up with immense pain.
A war of 5 days.
Laying straight on bed, with those sticky pads rubbing and striking our thighs.
You see us walking with legs wider.
Because it’s inconvenient; it’s so uncomfortable.
Understand.
We feel so hungry, but really don’t wish to eat anything.
We go to the workplace, and work with physical pressure.
Hell lot of mood swings.
Nobody cares; nor they’re willing to.
After a tiring day, we take a hectic travel to reach home.
We try to sleep and try to find one comfortable position to sleep peacefully.
Hell no. We feel every drop of blood that’s dripping.
The cramps are horrible.
We survive the pain.
We breathe through the rotten blood smell.
We bleed so that the Earth can have enough lives.
Our blood is a Siren that indicates we’re healthy and normal.
Men, take our pain more serious. We tolerate it beyond limits. Just three days. It won’t last longer. Adjust with us.
Red dots on our back are not a shame, but pride.
Because, Bleeding is a Blessing. ❤

“I’m happy to say that I’m on my periods.”

© Yashica Priya

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ABHINANDAN VARTHAMAN 🙏

The brave heart took a great challenge to fight against an other country.
They started it all; they killed our people,
but then it was time to unveil the face of our true Hero, Abhinandan.
It was a battle on the sky, a huge battle.
Such an unfortunate that he ended up landing on the ground of the opposition country,
where he was caught and beaten up.
Just because he was an Indian and belonged to the Indian Air Force?
He tried all possible ways, ran on all the four directions;
Not to save himself but to safeguard all the confidential documents he had with him.
He tried swallowing a few, but caught in hands of horrific people.
His hands were tied, eyes were blindfolded, and face dripping with blood and sweat,
It did break the hearts of every Indian,
to see our own human in extreme grievance.
The worry we Indians had was multifarious.
He wouldn’t be aware of what was going on, where has he been trapped, or under whom.
Our hearts were drenched in pain and soreness.
But he survived the agony, and in no way his face expressed it.
The courageous heart had the politeness, the same melodious tone of voice, and the bravery to go through it.
Can someone do this much to save their country?
Like a Lion amongst snakes.
But then after we heard that he’s safe and returning back to his Mother Nation,
we felt happiness beyond miles.
We love you, Sir.
You wipped off the empathy we had on you and replaced it with huge proud.
I’m so glad to say that I live in the country where Wg. Cdr. Abhinandan resides.
He is finally back.
Love and Peace.

~ A proud Indian,
© Yashica Priya

Everything matters!

Regrets are powerful just like destiny. Destiny is where you end up. Regret is where you grow up. Both are important and must be worthwhile. Everything in your life matters. Learn from the bad; rejoice all the good; let go of what doesn’t suit you; ignore unhealthy thoughts; and love yourself and admire what you are. You are never lesser than anyone or anything. You are precious—pretty fabulous. You deserve to be the extraordinary, because you are one.
Love and Peace to all. ❤️

© Yashica Priya

Beauty of Men

On an estimation of woman’s achievements, a theme about men should also be contemplated equally.
So, how back-breaking is it to breathe as a man?
It is not just a woman who takes care of the hardships at home, but a man who is being an initiative for all the resources.

If a woman is meant to build her home, a man is building his family. He is running to pay the bills and expenses. He behaves as an armour to protect his people.

His unceasing efforts are neither seen nor exhibited.
He struggles at workplace. He strives hard for family’s welfare.

He runs the entire family; at the same time, he is being complained about the quality of rice. He enjoys the struggles to please us.
He helps accomplish his son’s future, inspite of heavy burdens inside.
He is too concerned about his daughter’s well-being, just because the world is morally corrupted.

He carries a series of sensations to give a good life to his wife after 60s.

Still, he is judged on things that he couldn’t do.
Don’t hurt him. Be sure that you appreciate him for the million little things he does.

Always compliment them, be it a father, a brother, or a husband.
Because,

They care so much but they don’t understand the meaning of expressing it.

He leaves home everyday with a word “Take Care”.

He waves hand while leaving, but turns back once again if you locked home and got back inside.

He earns less, but brings home lots.

He says NO first, but later agrees with whatever you say.

He seems rude, but loves you secretly.

He restricts, but for the sake of goodness in future.

He never appreciates, but is always glad about your good work.

They don’t have a replacement. Salute; men are special!

© Yashica Priya