Rape

India, a country, where guys don’t want to talk about menstruation are the same guys who end up tearing a girl’s dress, touching her, and fucking her.
In India a women is reportedly raped every 15 minutes. Multiply that by 24×7, 365 days a year. And keep in mind the majority of rape cases still go unreported. The statistics on crime against women is even worse: Every 2 minutes, a women in India is a victim of a crime. This ongoing issue with violence against women raises the real and serious question of whether India is truly ready for a seat on the global table.

On Feb. 23, 2016, an Indian woman, within hours of giving birth by C-section, was raped in a hospital near New Delhi. Some in India took consolation in the fact that at least she was not, like Nirbhaya—the 23-year-old female physiotherapy intern—beaten up after being raped. A few days later, on March 8, 2016, on Women’s Day, a 15-year-old girl was raped and set on fire.

So today, let’s talk about rape. Yeah, Rape! Nothing new to a country like ours, because in India, a girl gets raped in every 15 minutes. Why? Because- “Her clothes were too short and vulgar. Her cleavage was visible” . “She was with 3 guys so she is obviously a slut!” Right? Right? No, wrong. Absolutely, undoubtedly wrong. A girl is not raped because of her clothes or because of her boyfriends. She is raped because of the mentality of the rapists. She is raped because of the stupid reasons you give when a girl is raped. She is raped because of rapists and not because of herself.

After the Asifa rape case, I have completely lost faith in humanity. Seriously, an 8 year old baby, who wouldn’t even know what adulthood is like, was raped several times because the rapists wanted to fulfil their sexual desires and lust. Disgusting. Horrifying. Unfair to the little child in her and to the millions of girls who have been a rape victim and blame themselves for it.

This is not the fault of the female, this is the fault of a poor system that puts men in positions of power and so much power, that they ruin the women. A system so skewed that police officers who are supposed to secure the safety of people are behind such cases and holy places where girls aren’t allowed to visit during their periods becomes the rape venue.

India, when will we grow?

– Aishwarya✨

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“SLUT”

Slut. Whore. Hooker. Hustler.

When 1 guy is standing with 10 girls- He’s called a “stud” or a “cool boy” whereas  when a girl is standing with 10 guys- she becomes a slut. Why?

guys, we need to know that there is absolutely, unquestionably, standing-on-a-rooftop-shouting-it-through-a-megaphone definitely no such thing as a slut. And it’s time we let “slut-shaming” fade from our society’s mind: There are no sluts to shame—there are only people.

And not just any people: females are primarily the victims of “You’re a slut,” “Ugh, what a whore,” and, “She’s such a skank.” This is because misogyny, patriarchy, and rape culture perpetuate and maintain the idea that certain women are bad because of their past and present sexual practices.

First of all, “a woman’s virginity is special and should be preserved.” Let’s not do this. As a concept, virginity is as imaginary as being a slut. Go look at a woman’s pelvic ultrasound. There is nothing lost after having sex for the first time, no ball of purity in a woman’s fallopian tubes that a penis is able to suck out🤷 Virginity is as much a tool used to control women’s sexuality as is the word slut.

Everyone knows their strengths and weaknesses; if a woman considers physicality her greatest strength, so be it.

I could go on and on, but in the end, “slut” is an epithet based not on fact, but solely on skewed and hurtful judgment.

I hope this article helps you reach that same realization. The idea of a slut has, from day one, been a daydream, and it’s about time we all wake up.

– Aishwarya✨

Our society- Sad but true

We live in a society where people judge others for the clothes they wear, for the marks they score, for the color of their skin, for the tone they speak, for the decisions they make that have nothing to do with anyone but themselves.

Welcome to society, we hope you enjoy your stay. and please feel free to be yourself, As long as it’s in the right way, Make sure you love your body, Not too much or we’ll tear you down, We’ll bully you for smiling, and then wonder why you frown, We’ll tell you that you are worthless, Then you shouldn’t make a sound, and then cry with all the others, As you are buried in the ground, You can fall in love with anyone, As long as it’s who we choose, And we’ll let you have your opinions, But please shape them to our views, WELCOME TO SOCIETY,  We promise that we won’t deceive, And one more rule that now you’re here, There’s no way you can leave.

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– Aishwarya ✨

Hours of Darkness

Nights are sad
Nights are when the demons creep into your mind
They remind you of things you try so hard to forget
Like the lingering loneliness that encompasses your being.
The tender sadness that grazes your lips.
The painful memories engraved in your heart.
The hopelessness reflecting from your strained eyes.
Nights are sad.
Nights are when the realisations dawn upon you
That you are alone, isolated//

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– Aishwarya ✨

Beauty comes from within

You are not your age,
nor the size of clothes you wear,
you are not your weight,
or the colour of your hair.
You are not your name,
or the dimples in your cheeks,
You are all the books your read,
and all the words that you speak,
you are your croaky morning voice,
and the smiles you try to hide,
you’re the sweetness in your laughter,
and every tear you’ve cried,
you’re the songs you sing so loudly,
when you know you’re all alone,
you’re the places that you’ve been to,
and the one that you call home,
you’re the things that you believe in,
and the people that you love,
YOU ARE MADE UP OF SO MUCH BEAUTY,
BUT IT SEEMS THAT YOU FORGOT,
WHEN YOU DECIDED THAT YOU WERE DEFINED,
BY ALL THE THINGS YOU’RE NOT.

beauty within

– Aishwarya ✨

🌌Keep going🌌

Hey,

This letter is to you. The you that’s had a rough week. The you that seems to be under constant storm clouds. The you that feels invisible. The you that doesn’t know how much longer you can hold on. The you that has lost hope. The you who blames yourself for everything that goes wrong. The you who is slowly fading away. To you.

You are not going to be happy all the time. No one is ever. Sometimes you are just going to sort of exist, and that’s okay. Even a happy life has a sad day. Making space for the suffering is so important. One day we all will leave this world, but just make sure that when you stand before god at the end of your life, hope that you would not have a single bit of talent left and could say : “I used everything you gave me.” …But the talent isn’t same for all. Always remember that you are absolutely unique, just like everyone else?!!

But honey, you are incredible. You make this world a little bit more wonderful. You make the moon shine every night. You are so much more beautiful than you ever credit for. You have so much potential and so many things left to do. You have time. Better things are coming your way, I promise. So please hang on there. You can do it. Build an empire, find yourself, forget the pain, heal yourself, become passionate, get fit, grow friendships, meet new people, make memories. Life is worth so much more than the little silly things that steal your happiness. Stop hating yourself for what you aren’t and start loving yourself for what you are. Let today be the day you love yourself enough to no longer just dream of a better life; let it be the day you act upon it.

So smile beautiful….because YOUR smile?

It makes life more beautiful

– Aishwarya ✨

With brave wings she flies💫

Her soul shone brighter than diamonds, Her words were brighter than moons and stars. She widened her positivity like wildfire. She had the power to move mountains, to touch the vault of heaven, she could desolate the monstrous and revamp them to virtuous.

But everyone dejected, desolated, disconsolated her. Her words are now embedded in her chest. She is pushing it down.

They shoot her down but she won’t fall, they pushed her from the mountains but instead of falling she flew like a bird while feeling her tears as they dry and slowly disappear. She saw another mountain to climb and her bag is full of confidence, determination, dedication. She didn’t give up and she rose, rose higher like air, rose and flew higher than the birds. And she created her own happily ever after.

– Aishwarya ✨