Hello there!
Hope this week is treating you well !
Me ? I've been doing things , going places keeping my sleep at stake . Chronic insomniac that I am , it did nothing much except for paying guest on my face " My Dark Circles".
After having done some tedious night shifts I reach home tired , tanned . I see guests home. I go meet them up formally.
Trust me, this was the first time a comment on my appearance didn't bother me much. I smiled at them. My eyes were really tired after tedious shift . I spoke a few words . Jumped to my favorite corner of the house lazing around doing nothing.
There was a part of my teenage when appearance mattered it sort of reduced in early twenties.That part I would shed tear when my close ones would make fun of my appearance. In mid twenties, I don't even care.
People want a girl who is a doctor. Who treats cold and cough, diabetes and hypertension , ooh yes ! assists deliveries. Bloodshed , cardiac arrests ... girls should stay out of critical cases like these. Ugh!!! Paradox! You want your girls to excel but not want them to handle life threatening emergencies. Mob mentality in the localities is what scares them.
As you grow older , you realize with the knowledge you have attained putting in years of studying and the impact you can make in lives of people who are between life and death . Your appearance , sleep seem to be the last thing you care about . The knowledge you have gained and the awareness you can spread in minds of people , the disability it can prevent ... resting at home will no longer seem a luxury.
You just want to be out there. Doing anything and everything. Be it saving lives , teaching to save lives , learning, spreading optimism.
So far so much
Thank you!
Hope this week is treating you well !
Me ? I've been doing things , going places keeping my sleep at stake . Chronic insomniac that I am , it did nothing much except for paying guest on my face " My Dark Circles".
After having done some tedious night shifts I reach home tired , tanned . I see guests home. I go meet them up formally.
The first dialogue ,
" Arere , Bachchi kaali hogayi."
Trust me, this was the first time a comment on my appearance didn't bother me much. I smiled at them. My eyes were really tired after tedious shift . I spoke a few words . Jumped to my favorite corner of the house lazing around doing nothing.
There was a part of my teenage when appearance mattered it sort of reduced in early twenties.That part I would shed tear when my close ones would make fun of my appearance. In mid twenties, I don't even care.
These days I carry my dark circles like a soldier carries his war wounds and bullet marks .
Damn , I've worked hard whole night , Saving not less than 4 lives at a time with my team. The free advices to relieve discomfort and the other stable cases are out of count.Your opinion about how it is affecting my appearance will be the last thing I would care about, may be when I am clipping my nails or so?
People want a girl who is a doctor. Who treats cold and cough, diabetes and hypertension , ooh yes ! assists deliveries. Bloodshed , cardiac arrests ... girls should stay out of critical cases like these. Ugh!!! Paradox! You want your girls to excel but not want them to handle life threatening emergencies. Mob mentality in the localities is what scares them.
As you grow older , you realize with the knowledge you have attained putting in years of studying and the impact you can make in lives of people who are between life and death . Your appearance , sleep seem to be the last thing you care about . The knowledge you have gained and the awareness you can spread in minds of people , the disability it can prevent ... resting at home will no longer seem a luxury.
You just want to be out there. Doing anything and everything. Be it saving lives , teaching to save lives , learning, spreading optimism.
So far so much
Thank you!
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