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Dear body,

Today I want to write a letter to you. I’m utmost in guilt because I’ve troubled you for being uneven. From the beginning, it was you handling the traumas and coverings. In the air which was meant to be inhaled by you, you couldn’t acknowledge it. Coated in the clothes that weren’t of your size still suppressing you from the judgments of everybody. I am remorseful for myself as I took their side when what I possess was you. In the arms of society whose only motive was to degrade your beauty, I bestowed them you.

I remember when I was 10, I hated my eyebrows. Being a unibrow I was so unhappy that I felt that my face is ugly, I use to believe it wasn’t normal. After passing my high school I saw my freckles getting larger, covering my nose. Some people use to say I look different but I never wanted to be unique as uniqueness meant lonesome for me, so I concealed my nose with lots of makeup trying to be the allure.

Later, I discovered that people create their freckles because it looks elegant. So I stopped covering them. That juncture I had a new problem related to my figure. As I was a very thin girl without any curves. Later I got fat. They teased me back then, they tease me now too. So beauty is undefined. It’s what comes from inside.

I rewrote my definition of beauty according to them. That was my assault to you. But now I do understand that however, you are, you were and you will be mine to be cared for.

Unconditional love and devotion to you.

-Riya Shah

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God for granted

Why when you see something which is petrifying and is related to your parent’s you feel numb? A thunder rush in your heart squishing all the trees and shrubs. You sob and moan because you don’t want anything to happen to them. What do you wish for?

Today I saw a dream that shivered my soul. I saw my mother getting hurt that too by someone close. My subconscious mind didn’t know how to respond to it, so without thinking twice I just opened my cell phone. The first message I saw was of my mother. I opened it and it was “Take care of yourself, I’m worried for you”. A tear dropped from my eyes and I talked about all the things I saw in my dream with her afterwards. All she said was “you should sleep, or else your health will get affected”. I told her that I was very afraid of whatever I saw, so I can’t sleep now. She told me that your guardian angels are always protecting you. SLEEP.

Good morning people. I’m awake. Not because I’m afraid, but I’m feeling things that I want to share with you.

I know there are guardian angels who are protecting me and my family every time. I believe in them as I believe in God. Almighty who knows what to do with whom. But if these guardian angels are just saving me from all the chaos I want them to save my family. They are the only humans I can go to. The one who looks after me and let me be anything. Talking about my parents has always been a task for me as I get very emotional and mentally unstable when I say their name. So I’ll refer to them as Gods of my life.

There is no power that is greater than the power of who created me you. A creator is the most decisive and valuable. Have you ever thought that your mother is the only human who thinks about you more than herself? She wants you to be happy and gain prosperity even if you snatched it from her. I’ll let out a story that would be the best exemplary way to tell you what I mean is there is a woman in our neighbourhood, she was a physics teacher in a prestigious school at my city. She looks like a hippie. You can’t tell her by her personality that she was a teacher once. So recently her husband died because of some illness and after a few months, she came to the neighbourhood whimpering and saying life is meaningless without him, I’m the saddest person on earth. Listening to it somebody asked about the things that were bothering her. She replied to my younger son is unemployed and every day he and my older son fight for property what should I do. While she was telling this I looked in her eyes and saw darkness. Later she added they are just with me because of the property. I gave my younger son all money but that it. He never showed me the affection that a son carries for his mother and left.

I saw the pain and it was miserable. She who created you have already given you enough. A life to live is the best souvenir you can get. So first respect the one who gave it to you. Her abdomen was your home for 9months and her heart for the rest of her life. When they give you a life you should make a living out of it and even when you are not. Even when they are also giving you the tenancy just respect their selflessness. Never take things that are bestowed upon you for granted.

-Riya Shah