I don't want to swim on the surface anymore, and I never want to pretend again that I know you completely. Let me dive deep inside you. Take me in and allow me to look into your secrets. Make me feel every breath I take and make me crave for it more. Carry me to your darker side, where you are afraid to allow anyone. Pull me deep inside and make me one of your secrets. -Akshay Vasu
In the year 7300 technology is highly advanced. It is based on space station technoligy, which was developed from a need to survive, when Delta9 got cut-off from Earth.
Technology is green, efficient, and recycling based. Molecular assembly lines - flippantly called stuff-generators - provide everything from food, clothes, meds, and even building materials.
Faster than light travel has been achieved by the space ship The Odyssey, which allowed a handful of humans (and a stowaway alien) to make a one-way journey back to Earth.
It all sounds very techy? Fear not! At its heart, my #SphereWorldSeries is all about the people, their relationships, and how they cope under the most intense of pressures. How they cope with finding - and losing - love.
I believe, love, sex, and relationships are amongst the most powerful drivers for species-survival (as opposed to individual survival). And as such those themes will always make up a big part of my stories.
It always has to be about the people.
Bombay Diaries #3
Its been days since a timid girl living in an arid village of Kolkata translocated herself to the city that never sleeps and significantly lost her sleep as well.
Today, my dear diary I am penning down my third entry. Sitting at the rim of my balcony, with a freezing cold wind grazing my hairs and fabricating them into curls, eyeing the serene beauty of tall, ostentasious towers that lingered around a green mesh of hills, to an extent wider than the miles measured by naked eye.
In the midst of a pitch dark, violent sky and the silent crescent, the clock struck the grave 2 am and here I am weaving my words, my path to salvation.
Sleep deprived yet energetic...is it the coffee, calm and soothing, the waiter serves every dawn or is it the intoxication bundled through years and enveloped in the city lanes, that makes us strive through sleepless nights.
Its dead night, yet the automobiles continue to release fumes of carban monoxide in the ever so energetic air, the street lamps that hovered across the lanes, blinking alongwith the few star that blaze the sky.
My lips murmuring a hymn from the 90's flaming playlists, the rhythm accutely parallel to the frequent howls of the owls fron the nearby woods.
My pen carving words on the parchment pages of my diary, these same words would inhibit a narrow trail to the wide column of fiction and peotry, dwelled by me Writting sprang within me a new life, something you are willing to battle for. Today, a young girl from the village is trying to camouflage in a gross city as a suceessful writer, being appointed as an assistant editor for the magazine , is a privilege I am honoured to abide by.
Stay tuned to read my article😊.
First thing I noticed? The way he thinks. His random thoughts became my obsession. I found myself wanting more, more of his piece of mind, his words, his poetry and for the first time ever, I was afraid of a simple hello.
Next was the way he speaks. How words suddenly feel heavenly as they roll off his tongue. I became infatuated with the way he says my name. And for the first time ever I wished to be letters, words, phrases, sentences pouring beautifully from his tongue as he talked about Faith, "The Joker"(don't even ask how that changed quickly),food...just everything.
I felt a raging storm and calm all at once unlike any I've experienced before. That day when I got home after spending time with him I felt safe, pure bliss with a mix of staggering wave because I didn't know when I was gonna see him again but I just knew it was gonna be a long time.
And then the conversations. I found out I'd like nothing better than to spend my days knowing him more. Whenever he went ghost on me I'd attempt to be mad but his voice stops me in my tracks. I hated the good nights. Every time I had to text "Goodnight" or press end call I wished that I could've lived even a few miles closer to him so that the day when I would finally whisper goodnight in his ears and put a taste of good morning on his tongue could come sooner.
In a land once led by rulers and warriors, isn't it ironical for blood itself to be termed impure?
Agreed it's a waste. A discharge the body sheds. But blood is blood. It causes immense pain and trauma when it exits the body. And the discomfort a women experience on her menses is on a different level altogether.
A woman during this period should be tended to, taken good care of. Sadly, there are many regions throught the country where long held customs still prevail over logical thought. Practices like Chaupadi, expelling women to Gaokors or huts outside the village lines, banishing her to isolation, branding her as impure are still prevalent. Imagine the trepidation a young girl might have when forced to live in such huts that lack even the basic facilities of hygiene and water. Isn't it the worst kind of nightmare?
Menstruating women bring badluck, menstruating women spoil food, menstruating women contaminate the sanctity of the environment what nonsense! Menstruating women are not impure. Your minds are. Impure are your thoughts that vilify menstruation and inflict such taboos on women that leads them to associate their menses with nothing more than an evil curse. Someone sometime ago mentioned the need of developing machines to detect menses, to be able to let only the non-menstruating women into places of worship. How about developing lust detectors? Or lie or sin detectors? Aren't these things unholy? Impure?
Stop hyping wrong notions on menses. It isn't a disability or sickness. Educate instead. Not just daughters, but your sons as well. Enlighten them, so that even they start viewing this as nothing more than the natural phenomenon that it is. We all can do our bit to eradicate menstrual shaming. I think we all should.
You see..I was 12, naive, immature, unaware of the world’s flaws,
But thousands alike me, though mature, aware succumb to society’s blind laws.
I knew not what he was upto, could not understand the situation,
Then recalled the newspapers, channels, women weeping of molestation.
I couldn’t react, neither scream nor shout;
Thought of my relatives.. quite busy in their tweets and whereabouts.
You see, my relatives too are a part of society that taunt but not care.
The ones to say-“ Girl, be in your limit, don’t you even dare.
Considering themselves to be chaste but with thoughts outdated and bare,
And yes! With small minds ..big mouths for rumors to share.
But I say-“ Girl! The one with dried eyes…don’t fall in society’s snare,
For you must seek justice even in its polluted air.
The car halted, my uncle went out to buy some sweets.
He touched 'there' again when my relatives were still busy in their tweets.
I realized his evil, hit his hand, got out of the car “Bhai, do sit in the front”- I said with a smile to conceal the pain I had so far.
You see, lying on the middle berth, I cried hard that night.
Till my pain, my tears blurred my sight.
Gloom, regret, helplessness- I had silent moans.
I wondered why devils are seen today without tail and horns.
I couldn’t take it any longer, the following day I revealed it to my mom and dad, “We’ll do something”- they said..I wish they only had!
Back from the school, they said “ Beta! Forget the past.” I smiled but my heart ached.. for I knew bad memories forever last!
No, the incident cannot be water under the bridge, not at all for me,
A harsh reality; it made me tough cautious critical of the world we see.
And as I pen down these lines, sipping a cup of tea,
Memories haunt, experiences teach..and my fears flee.
BY- Aishwarya Giri
Cinta bukanlah segalanya.
Tapi untuk jatuh ke dalam cinta,
adalah keputusan besar.
Cinta penuh dengan intrik juga drama,
Dan juga luka.
Mengizinkan cinta masuk dalam hidup,
adalah keputusan berani.
Dalam setiap hari hari
yang kau jalani seperti biasa,
Akan ada lagi kisah cinta
yang tak mungkin biasa-biasa.
Pasangan yang kau lihat
menjalani hari dengan normal
dan ceria seperti biasa,
Sebenarnya banyak menyimpan
cerita dalam lubuk hatinya.
Dan apakah kau siap?
Saat mengenal cinta nanti,
Hal senang yang biasa
akan lebih penuh warna.
Dan luka segores
akan lebih perih merana.
Hari dan bulan nanti kau lewati
dengan tawa dan hal hal yang manis,
Tapi kesalahan kecil sekali,
Seolah dapat menyudahi segalanya.
Apakah nanti hatimu cukup lapang?
Setelah berubah menjadi lebih perasa
Saat kau mampu mandiri
diatas kaki sendiri.
Apakah kau sudah mahir bersyukur?
Untuk menyadari bahwa
Kejadian kecil yang nanti menyakitimu,
tak sebanding dengan banyak usahanya menyenangkanmu.
Apakah kau sudah sangat tangguh,
Untuk tidak menyerah belajar dan mengajari lagi,
Pada persoalan yang sama dan sama lagi?
Pada hayalanmu, setiap masalah
akan happy ending.
kita hanya akan berdebat, berbaikan,
sampai salah satu lelah dan menyerah,
atau keduanya akhirnya dewasa
untuk saling introspeksi dan menerima.
Bagaimana keadaan dirimu saat ini?
Apakah nanti kau akan bertahan?