The place I come from deemed the financial independence of a woman as unnecessary. In India, girls are looked down more as an expense than an asset — the reason why the female infanticide rate here is the highest in the world. The COVID-19 lockdown added fuel to the fire, worsening an already hopeless situation. Girls were found abandoned in the outskirts of the capital. Child marriages in the villages increased as the poor stopped earning their below-minimum wages to feed hungry mouths.
Every 50 seconds a girl-child is killed in India. She is aborted, poisoned, recklessly floated in the…
‘I Dreamt I Dwelt in Marble Halls’ or ‘The Gipsy Girl’s Dream’, is a popular aria from The Bohemian Girl, an 1843 opera by Michael William Balfe, with lyrics by Alfred Bunn. The Bohemian Girl” portrays the story of Arline, a gypsy girl who finds out that she is really the long-lost daughter of Count Arnheim of Austria, kidnapped in infancy, now recognized because of a scar she bears.
The only problem is that Arline still loves the gypsy boy, Thaddeus, a Polish nobleman in political exile. …
What is the one reason you want to earn? Is it to satisfy your every material need, or provide for your family?
How do you want to live your life? Do you want to only exist, saving everything for a rainy day, or to live it to the fullest?
What are dreams to you? Are they only illusions that disturb you when you are trying to sleep, or do you take the hint and convert them to reality?
What is success to you? Having an empire big enough to sustain the forthcoming generations, or using the little you have to…
According to a recent report, India has been named the most racist country in the world.
It is said that one's future is determined by where he is born. In India, geography is destiny.
Right from desert to savannah and rain forests, from the roof of the world to coastal swamps and tropical islands, each location has its own language, culture, and traditions.
Approximately 50% of Indian people said that they would not be comfortable with neighbors who were of different cultures, ethnicities, or races than themselves. These races are not international, but in-house.
Because of its geographic location, India…
My name is Shireen Sinclair and I hail from India, a colorful country with the most hospitable people.
I studied to be a journalist, pursuing Opera on the side. We have no conservatories in India to learn this art. Most parents encourage their children to keep extra-curricular activities to a limit, as the chances that you earn a living through them are quite odd. As an artist — writer and singer, still struggling, I do get the point. To hear me sing, refer to this link
I am the eldest of three siblings. My parents did not have the most…
“One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.”
― Brooke Davis, One tree hill
Approximately twenty years ago, when I was 17, and hunting for fields to specialize in straight after college, I pondered upon being a nurse. Not because I wanted to care for people, but because I wanted my career to lead me out of India, my birthplace. At that time, nurses were in demand the world over. …
Body odor has long been used as a divinely potent smell to cause arousal or sexual pleasure. People release pheromones- a unique scent that may be sexually stimulating to some. This is why some get high by sniffing soiled panties, used bras, sweaty armpits, underwear, garter belts, bras, stockings, and other material items I leave to your wild imagination.
I had my first encounter with such a fetish when I innocently planted an ad with a picture of me at a public portal along with some music videos to grant me some singing gigs. To my horror, the first inquiry…
When green leaves turn golden
They become crumpled and wrinkled
They no longer reflect a glimmery green
And become dull and devoid of sheen
From a bright green they turn to yellow
To orange, red, pink, and a dull gold
From a thick stem to brittle
And finally, drop down to the floor
They probably scream as they wither
Gasping for air while writhing in pain
The howling wind hears their whimper
Zapping them through storm and rain
And not one, not two, but thousands fall to the ground
As healthy trees get ready to bear fresh leaves in spring
In February last year, when a pandemic steeped the world with full force, I lost my job as an Opera singer and our temporary visa in the USA was threatened.
As the daughter of a mother who raised three girls in India single-handedly, I was told my passion for music won’t feed me. This is why I maintained my job as a ghostwriter, along with bagging performance opportunities when I had the chance.
The little money I earned from both jobs was the perfect recipe for happiness. Until it wasn’t.
I tried to kill two birds with one stone.
Where the river valley of the Rhine is narrowest below Kaub, rugged cliffs of black slate stare up on both sides. The tide of the Rhine shoots faster there, the waves roar louder, ricochet off the rock, and form foaming water eddies.
In this gorge, over these rapids, appears the beautiful mermaid of the Rhine — the dangerous Loreley, also known as Lorelei. She stands high on the highest point of her rock, in a white dress, with a flying veil, with flowing hair, and with waving arms. But no one comes close to her.
She combs her long, straight…
5X Top writer. I help people appreciate life by writing about absurdities experienced in the third world. Feminist at heart using music and humor to lighten up!