What was the last thing you searched for online? Why were you looking for it?
I love stationary, and I seem to have a bit of a problem. I keep buying new notebooks and pens and markers, but never actually use them.
As a part of my New Year resolution, I decided that I am going to use the stationary that I’ve already purchased and overcome the irrational fear that I might not get it again. 
All of my recent searches have been of journal ideas to fill out the blank books lying around. I hope that one day soon I can have ideas without requiring the help of a Pinterest board.
It feels weird saying that in an era of Netflix. I am shocked by the amount of time in a day I am on my phone.
But the vague memories I have were of the 2pm – 3:30pm time in the afternoon when my sister and me were allowed to watch TV. We had no preference, we watched whichever cartoon was on at that time.
However, in the limited time we did watch I think Tom and Jerry was always my favorite hands down. I enjoyed seeing the love hate relationship they shared and deeply connected to it because I had a similiar bond with my sister. I think I also liked cartoons that depicted fairies and magic. I don’t remember the names though.
Well, who really cared at that age! As long as I did not have to study I would have enjoyed seeing a black screen on TV.
My favourite time of the day is the early hours of dawn. When the sun is just rising from the horizon and the dark sky slowly gets its hues of orange.
Just for those few minutes, you see the world transform from night to day. The sound of crickets die down , and the far chirps of birds fill the air. The air you breathe seems so fresh. It feels like the air after rainfall by the dust has all settled down and you could almost smell nature in its true its form.
It is also the time that the world is at its quietest. For that moment, you can actually hear yourself think and everything feels so calm and comforting.
Even though I consider myself a night owl, I love those 20 to 30 minutes of blissful silence that the morning gives me.
Tell us about the last thing you got excited about.
I am the youngest daughter to my parents. Being the youngest child, I was never left alone that does not go to say that I’m not independent. It just means that there was never a circumstance where I had to be the only person making the decision.
This may not be the last thing I got excited about this definitely is the most significant thing that I got excited about the first time I got to live alone. I had always dreamt of having my own home or a tiny apartment where I could do everything according to my vision.
The first time I stepped into my new home, I felt immense joy and pride. For rhe next few months, whether it be a new rug, or utensils for the kitchen or table cloth for the dinner table. it felt amazing to have that sort of freedom in making the choices that was right for me. I did not have to hide my journals or my artwork in the fear of being judged.
My home, actually reflected what I was, and seeing that made me happy.
Given that I have no architecture knowledge, I would choose to refrain from designing a city for the future. I would rather someone who would be able to build a city without harming nature. I do not know the exact word for it, but it could be “sustainable architecture”.
One or the other day, we share how nature is claiming back the land. We humans have made things without the thought of how it harms others and now we pay the price.
Maybe this is not something that would be constituted as a design, but I want proper road markers. I don’t do well with phone directions and maybe proper markers that I can actually spot in the map might help.
In conclusion, I would want to build a beautiful city that preserves the beauty of the nature that it was built in.
When asked how did I get this name, my mother tells me about the time and care she took to select my name. I think my name was just an afterthought considering it rhymes with my sister’s name. However, my mother says that she searched for a biblical name and then searched for alternatives to it before picking a name for me.
I know that many would say that motivation comes from circumstances or family of friends. Considering that I am a quite lazy person, for me to actually start or rather continue something the only thing that can motivate me is Me.
I do not do anything unless I am able to move the things that I want to things that I need. I need to come to a sort of self actualization that unless I get that particular thing done I will be embarrassed to look at myself in the mirror. Just wanting things has never pushed me to achieve the difficult goals in life. Neither does my family wanting things for me motivate me to achieve them. My goals need to become my necessity and when that happens I “move mountains” to reach it. I force myself to find a way. I keep reminding myself that I can only do it if I put the effort. And little by little the finish line draws closer to me.
Being realistic, I do quit quite often in between. But, the times that I am able to reprogram myself I end up doing things much better than what I expected.
I love watching movies. Maybe not in the theatre but I love watching movies at home. I love watching new movies but there are few movies that are always in the repeat playlist of movies. Below are few of the top of my head in no particular order:
Being an introvert, it was difficult to talk about my feelings. The first time I went into depression it was words that helped me. I used to write down what I felt and those short poems made everything feel lighter. I could breathe again.
I quickly realized that writing was a way for me to vent out what I was feeling. Initially, most of what I wrote came from a dark place. The poems were about hurt and pain and the frustration of everyday life. But over time, I started writing about things that I love, about happiness, about hope.
Now I write whenever I can. I am trying to make it one of my good habits. I want to write things that people will enjoy reading. I hope to write a novel sometime in the future. I have a storyline in my mind and hopefully soon I can piece it together and finally start.
22 Year woman was brutally gang raped by six individuals including one minor on a public bus. She was severely beaten and her body was mutilated in the most savage way that was beyond anyone’s imagination. She fought hard to survive despite her severe injuries. Unfortunately, she passed away on 29th December after 13 days of struggle.
Conviction – Out of the six, one of the convicts committed suicide when in custody. – The convicted minor served 3 years in jail and was released on 20th December 2015. – The four other convicts were hanged on 20th March 2020.
Criminal Law Amendment Act 2013
The country was in an uproar when they realized there was no law to punish the Nirbhaya offenders to befit their crimes.
The Amendment came into effect on 2nd April 2013. The following changes were made:
Stalking, Acid Attacks and Voyeurism added to the definition of rape
Threat of Rape is considered a crime
Minimum Sentence for rape was raised to 10 years
Death/ Vegetative state of victim the minimum sentence is 20 years.
Character of Victim irrelevant
The age to be tried as an adult for violent rape was changed from 18 to 16
Failure to register case by officials is punishable
Major Cases since then
2013 Shakti Mills Case
2017 Kathua Case
2018Unnao Case
Though some of the convicts were given death penalties it was later commuted to life imprisonment.
August 9th, 2024
31 yr old post-graduate doctor was found raped in the seminar hall in the hospital where she worked. An individual was arrested in connection to the crime. However, the autopsy results gave a different picture than what was revealed:
The quantity of semen found indicates the involvement of more than one person
She had bleeding eyes and lips, broken pelvic bones, a broken thyroid cartilage due to strangulation, – which were all consistent to a struggle against a vicious attack.
There seem to be attempts to destroy evidence and the crime scene.
When you first hear about the “Nirbhaya” case the horrendous brutality of the incident left people in shock. I felt more overwhelmed when I heard that she wanted to live. Despite all the torture she went through she was fighting to live. I hated those men for taking that chance from her. I hated them for taking that piece of good from the world. I think she would have been a wonderful human if she had been given the chance.
But maybe, God didn’t want that precious soul to suffer in this world anymore. This world did not deserve her. For her family, there is nothing more left. Those monsters may have legally killed one person but in reality, they killed that whole family. It took great will to fight for their daughter’s justice and according to me, the punishment was too little for the crime that was committed against them. Her parents fought to make the world better, so that no one else goes through the hell valley they had to go through.
Fast forward 12 years later, once again the world is witness to the monstrous nature of humans. The whole case is so horrible, that words fail me. The crime, the cover-up, the lack of rage from the officials investigating the crime. Why does another family have to go through the same road that Nirbhaya’s family had to walk through? I wish there was a way to make the world safer. I wish I could without any doubt say that justice will be served and that the void they feel in their heart will heal at some point.
I want to believe that there is good in the world, I want to believe that there is justice but this world fails you over and over again.
All I can do is pray, for courage and healing for those who got left behind and an eternity of joy for those who crossed over. I want the pain to go away, I want them to only remember the happy memories that they shared. I pray that the justice system does what it was meant to do. I pray that people change. I pray that the evil of this world does not harm another beautiful soul.
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