Diary of an Introvert

we often came across this statement age is just a number but deep down somewhere in the corner of our hearts we are not ready to accept this fact. we casually throw this statement to act all modern, relevant but we are the only one's commenting and making memes when Priyanka chopra married Nick Jonas. I'll be really honest even my family was all up in their business as if Priyanka and Nick didn't thought of this decision through. Why are we still so hesitant when somebody asks our daughter's age, why the mother's are so reluctant to admit that their daughter's are aging and are now above 25 but still our dearest mother's label their daughter's age between 18-24 ideal age for girl's in my society. Because we as a society have labelled girl's above 25 as expiry for marriages. It's 2019 but yet we fall back in progressing forward still it's considered okay to marry your daughter's to men that have immense age difference and the beloved a...

The real me is shy, awkward and hell lot emotional, but why do I hide the real me and pretend to be someone I am not, wearing this fake façade of masks. Always questioning myself come out break those walls show everyone the real you maybe they'll like you a lot more. Scares on my face blemishes that I hide away with concealer, concealing my thoughts as well. Why we pretend to be some one we're not, why can't we be the way we actual exists in our soul's, why we shape ourselves and mold our individualities, sexualities according to what other's want from us. I don't wish to hide my scares with products that I cannot even spell but with each morning I clean my face and then wear the same paint because my fear is what if some one notices me without this art and I go unrecognizable. This is what are mindsets have engineered that makeup is a necessity for women to cover up their flaws. Beauty standards are changing, evolving but yet we lack behind and that's why m...

An issue that urges me to speak about it because it's sickening, though I have seen many articles about this issue. The media has also somewhat address it but the real concern is why address the issue when you have to justify it with normalcy. Why are we not raising questions about it ? Why we keep mute and always try to justify such issues in the name of norms be it cultural or religious in any form we as a society try to give it a certificate of justification to accept it in our minds as something "Normal" it's okay, it happens, Well it shouldn't. Martial abuse is not justifiable, Abuse be it of any type is unacceptable and unjustifiable. But what we are showing nowadays, is provocative content thinking in our heads we are addressing the issue but the truth is though we address it but not show the consequences and explain mutual consent instead explain argumentation to show such an heinous crime as something "Acceptable" because we always try to suppre...

I was moved by this thought I had and started questioning myself , how proudly I call myself a feminist, a person who believes in equality of every gender. Yet I hold my biases against every individual specially my own gender. We never even give a second guess or hear ourselves when we girls hate each other, not literally hate but we do bitch about each other on their backs. We say things, that no one has the right to tell women how to dress but yet we only whisper if someone wears off shoulder shirt or is wearing a kurti without duptta " the infinite haye haye's". This sadly includes me as well I too have my share in this hypocrisy as I didn't realize this first, but now i know I cannot stand up for women's empowerment when deep down I am the only one getting envious by my own friend's work and secretly hating on her. We unfortunately judge each other characters and sadly we have our fair share in spreading rumors about the girl who can date any guy. Today...

we are so surrounded by competition and speed in this time that we actually forget to value the simpler, finer, little things of life, complexities created inside our minds that never let us indulge in a care free life always hustling to be better than our own friends, family members. Honestly as this era is progressing life is becoming more complex, the knots never seem to get untangled.

Scribbling my thoughts on this piece of paper because I am scared to say them out loud, what if I say what you don’t wish to hear, what if my words questions your toxic masculinity? Your soul ripping patriarchy? You think I am a doll dressed only to impress you, to be kept in your ego’s showcase besides your other winning trophies. You say I shouldn’t keep my hair short because it’s not feminine, you judge my short hairs with words that bring shiver to my spine. You say wearing a bold lip color makes me look like an attention seeking scarlet. You have million reasons for me to behave in public, while you act like an animal on the streets calling me names, travelling alone scares me because you harass me with your stares as if I am the prey and you’re the predator making me feel naked even though I am covered from head to toe. You say as a female I should always dress appropriately because wearing anything above knee length is an invitation for preys like you. Wearing a kameez withou...