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Abha Mehra

Meeting and Un-meeting Familiar Strangers
Meeting and Un-meeting Familiar Strangers

It hit me hard like an elbow on a wall, that letting people go, and letting people fade away to the point where they are nothing but figments of a reality that ceases to exist anymore, are two very different things. Oh and let me tell you, it was not one of the most wonderful revelations. Can you even fathom how many such familiar strangers exist in your life?...

Body. Shame. Body Shaming : Problem of all the sexes
Body. Shame. Body Shaming : Problem of all the sexes

We have, at least I have, for the longest time given the world power over me. Only that can explain the deeply embossed cultural constructs and paradigm of perfection, in our well-educated intellects. When did terms like "fat", "skinny", "thin", "lean", "stout", "bulky", "lanky", "broad", "curvy", etcetera, that described body types turn into means of mockery and judgment? How did adjectives become terms that can devastate someone? When did being skinny or fat—the most common body shaming terms—become bloody body shaming terms?...

Love, with all its Glory and Quirks
Love, with all its Glory and Quirks

Love might forget your birthday, might live in a different city or time zone. It might not text you all the time, there might be days you do not talk to each other for more that fifteen minutes. But those fifteen minutes would matter more, than that half-hearted hour long conversation with a hundred others. Love will not write love poems for you, but love will make you an android app. Patience would not be love’s best trait but it will fight hard to hold on every single time. Love will make you cry, it will hurt you in ways no one else can. But it will forgive when you are wrong....

They have a perfect script for the way my life is supposed to…
They have a perfect script for the way my life is supposed to…

I speak a lot about lovers forming an idea of me, my friends weaving strings of expectations, and the world expecting me to be a certain way. It is quite astonishing how I missed out on the fact that, at an unparalleled level, my parents do the same. They have a perfect script for the way my life is supposed to pan out. And for some time I liked it. Being spoon fed, oblivious to the fact that with every bite I took, I swallowed an inch of my freedom....

A Woman
A Woman

Who is she? The 'object' of our desire or the undesired? Who is she? The one who warms the bed or bears the prodigy? Who is she? The antique decoration or the new toy everyone wants to play with? Who is she? Is she the sculpture on the walls or the mannequins in the malls? ...