It is all up to YOU

In my country I am treated so well, that there is not a single moment I thought of staying under the veil. Whenever I went to shop for my meal; they always offered the dual combo deal. But I didn't want the combo, rather something which would fit my diet. Diet that would make me look thin and smart; though that wasn't my real appetite. But I had to change my taste, because society taught me that is what is best; for me, for her and for all our fat ladies out there. Else people will talk for wearing dresses, which are partially bare. So, you see the amount of love that I get, and mind you, this is not body shaming. Because right from my childhood I have been taught that it is cute if someone is naming. Naming that hurts you the most, and makes you realise that beauty also comes with a cost. But what about Jane? My friend, who is insane, and is always busy buying cosmetics; because for her, it is more important to flaunt her aesthetics. Because witho...

Hi, Ankita here. Will you please tolerate me for just two minutes, dear? It is because I just want to exchange some words with you. No, I do have friends, but they are really very few. Well, let me brief it down and start from the first, because I feel that's the only way to quench your thirst. Thirst that your eyes will be showing when I will start the conversation, and promise me that all the emotions you ran through, will get a definite mention. Okay, so it started two years back when winter hit  my state, and how coincidental is that, that was the same time vermilion hit my fate. Followed by some red splashes in between my thighs, or you can say in between my legs, well  everything does not go according to plan, doesn't matter how much a person begs. Yes, I did beg for love sometime, but did not force my husband when he showed disinterest. Then why he didn't repay me with the same gesture, when I too needed some rest? Yes, I know couples do fight som...

I wonder how you make quadrants of my legs, as if they are your morning newspapers! But believe me, cheap comments and looks are not what it begs, then why do you measure my clothes, as if you are a draper? If I wear a skirt which covers my ankle, then I am matronly, and if above that length, then I am prude. I smile on those who does not even behave patronly, rather when we object, call us rude. Knee is the border which separates my sheen from my thigh, as if it is the India-Pakistan border which stands tall and high; creating difference between human beings carrying same blood, And here a picture of a dress above my knees, makes the comment box flood. Flood that bring waves of lusty comments. Just because I wear two inches short garments. Inches that you use to measure my breasts, Just like laughing on my bra and its straps, inside which it rests. If I cut few more inches from that imaginary border which you gave to us, you think that I am asking for it, an...