takeupthecall

 If you have a daughter, show her the reality. If you have a daughter, preserve her sanity instead of feeding her the dreams of a prince charming. For he may arrive— and still fail her. Teach her to pamper her own wings, to know their strength, to trust their span. Let her fill her own space first  so vast, so complete, too infinite to be measured by anyone else. Let her be enough— long before she is loved. God forbid, if love fades, may she hold on to her dignity and walk away— like a wave that knows when to wade back to the sea.**

She still wears it — but without its essence. It lingers, yet feels absent, defying its own presence.. Her smile was her signature, a part of her nature… No, it hasn’t gone anywhere — it still is; only the meaning in it is now amiss. She doesn’t smile now with any solace in her heart. It is rather a reflex — just another way to somehow sustain this art, the art this art  to create an illusion of normalcy, so that no one can see the chaos within her sea. Amita Joshi 

 I have always known she has never been your favourite  You don't give this much sufferings to your loved ones ...right??   why doesn't she falls in your sight  You do  break the dreams that's for sure Do you break the jinx too as she has no more power left  to endure  With the folded hands I came to remind you.... You owe her some light if you exist then please give her  some cue Each day I see her taking new weapons .... To take on the fight she chose not even once  Fighting with the darkness still not finding any light  She is not done with the previous sufferings but the new addition of the same is in sight... Amita Joshi 

 My pride will never lie in the grades you get. I will keep my head high for you, whether or not success is met. I will never worry about winning whenever you set out to play… Only my prayers, not my ego, will stand in your way. You coming out with flying colours is not what makes my world bright. It is you — and your happiness — that makes everything so right. ❤️❤️** — Amita Joshi

 After months of implorations, years of  feeling cheated She began to feel guilty for the crime she never committed.... Her smile waned, took a sabbatical, and eventually left her forever. She could only see her flaws — for that was all that was ever highlighted. And one day — no, not in a day — it was a continuum. So healing couldn’t seep in too soon — the vacuum was far too deep. Dreams broke ,heart too when she got up from her sleep And the things she heard about herself started to manifest ..... She started becoming exactly what she was told she was and thus getting rest No shred of goodness she possesses now She doesn't even now what happened and how!!!

 Epilogue (Tara’s Final Note — Years Later) Time turned its pages, but some stories never leave us. Reading those diary entries, living through Arundhati’s aching words, left a lasting imprint on me. I was young then — curious, and perhaps already drawn to understanding the unspoken pain of those around me. But her pages didn’t just inform me — they transformed me. Years later, I pursued psychological sciences, hoping to make sense of the quiet chaos that so many women endure alone. I went on to become a school counselor in a reputed public school. Life gifted me a daughter — and with her, the familiar worries resurfaced. One day, I noticed something. A shadow where light used to dance. Silence where laughter lived. I had seen it before — in Arundhati’s journal, between lines of poetic anguish. This time, I was not helpless. I held her, and I wrote — not just for her, but for every daughter who needs to reclaim herself. This is what I gave her that day: --- If You’re Tired of Walki...