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In frame @sanch.kay - Amy Bleuel began Project Semicolon to brighten the world for us so-called crazies who've, for too long, danced with mental illnesses in shame and silence. She turned the ugly remnants of her father's suicide into a beautiful movement; the semicolon that I, and so many of us today wear with strength and dignity is a result of a global conversation she started. Against all odds, she won. WE won.
But yesterday, something must have gotten too much for her, because Amy Bleuel committed suicide and is no more. This has affected me more than words can express. I don't even expect kindness anymore. Just please don't spew cruelties against those battling mental illnesses (yes, it IS a daily goddamn battle). If you can't bear to be around someone going through something, please step away politely. But don't be the reason someone feels prompted to kill themselves. Healthy brains don't take such decisions.
Healthy brains seek life.
This is not an excuse.
This is a request.
This is all I can say.
RIP, Amy. We owe you a lot.
#projectsemicolon #mentalhealth #mentalhealthmatters #staykind #suicideprevention - #regrann

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Guys. This is really really important!
Did you know that only 12% of India's women use Sanitary Pads during their period? 88% rely on cloth, ashes and rags due to the unaffordable prices and sometimes, pure ignorance.
I'm collaborating with @diyaindia and we're encouraging you to help underprivileged girls in Delhi receive better menstrual hygiene by donating sanitary pads to us. If you are in Delhi, you can collect/buy them yourself and hand them over to @diyaindia by latest day after (21st September) and if you're not in Delhi, you can go on the link below (Link also in my Bio) and donate Rrs. 300/- which will be used to buy Sanitary Pads.
I will be distributing them myself on 22nd September. The bigger aim is to cause more awareness... so I'd request you to talk more about menstrual hygiene to the men and women around you. Your maids, their daughters and every other person that you think you interact with daily that doesn't understand the importance. Talk to your sons too. It's important for us to raise boys that don't get grossed out or disgusted by Periods! @diyaindia ・・・
We have taken our Pledge, Have You?
Donate a small amount of Rs. 300 for Sanitary Pads at
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Make a real difference in the life of an underprivileged girl!
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Words and shot by @storyteller.sabrina
The art of self denouncement. 'But my lips are'nt as full, my boyfriend doesn't seem as involved, my parents didn't do as much,my job doesn't pay me as well, my pictures do not come out as well, i do not travel as much, my woman isn't as caring,we don't seem as sexed up,my wardrobe isn't as stylish, my pictures aren't as poetic, my asanas aren't as perfect, and my butt didn't get as many likes.:) How easily we call ourselves names, proclaim of our incapacities.On the basis of what? Posted pictures?

We mess it up.We compare .We forget that while there may seem, always someone better than us and us being edgy/restless over them, there is always someone having troubled sleep over what we may be exuding.There is !The internet is our best foot forward.It is a marketing platform of self ,our relationships and material collections.Some perform on this stage and some work on themselves, inwardly.

We forget to count our blessings in the marathon of endless comparisons.The unrest is self induced.The denouncement of self is the first step to a low self esteem for life.Pick yourself up and smile at that someone you look fleetingly at , in the mirror.Infact stare for a while.You are good,man!

By the way.This is the longest i can write without influxing my whacky one lined jokes- killing the essence albeit sometimes.I shall withhold.

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In frame @mishti.and.meat - There is something very intimidating about lasts.

The last glimpse of someone you get through the glass doors of the airport until you cannot see them anymore. The last night you spend with your lover before he leaves the country for good. The last bark from that mad dog before she was put to rest. The last words he spoke before shutting the door and walking away. The last leaf stuck to the barren tree. The last bit of snow remaining in the cracks of the mountain. The last smoke rising from a burnt cigarette. The last song of the night before falling asleep. The last laugh. The last dance. The last sunset of the year gone by.

We try to hold onto them with everything we’ve got.
We do our best to stop them from slipping away.
Yet,
and yet,
They do.
Leaving us with little lessons about life
And how fleeting it is.

Photo taken in Sajjangarh fort, Udaipur on the 31st of December 2016 with #RedmiNote4 while watching the sun for one last time.

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Word and pic by @writers_abyss "Be mine" he said while taking my hand in his and gently leaving a peck there. I turned my face away and looked straight out through the window in an attempt to hide my smiling face from him.

The atmosphere in there was suffused with scent of smoke and my curious eyes settled on his tattooed forearm, how skillfully he manged to drive and hold me close at the same time. Together we saw the trees passing by, cars going by, new roads coming along. And the monotony of the journey made us share moments of silence before he spoke, "this is what i want. I want us. I want to travel. I want to put both of those together. I have this feeling of peace combined with a sensation of ticklish touch when I think about this.

How does it makes you feel?" He continued.
"Don't you feel the jitters when you see us living this life even 25 years down the lane? Where I would drive for hours scooping you into my arms, keeping you so close to my chest. We would run our car on the fuel of love, exploring an endless road of life.
We would watch the birds chant melody in every bush and watch the wild daffodils herald the springs. We would find meanings in our conversation at dawn amidst the alabaster fog along the valleys while we stop in search of our morning coffee. There, my love, I will the sip the taste of the coffee lingering on your coral lips through my tongue and that is my idea of a perfect morning." he smiled flaunting the dimple forming on his left cheek.

Where at nights my lips will write a poetry over your skin, and my eyes will narrate a story of how my love runs in your azure veins. Where I'll watch a moan escape your lips while we lie there in a bed of satin-soft grass covered in the nakedness of this twistedly beautiful universe. Wearing a blanket of stars.

Let's travel down road of a night where my beard would tickle the edges of your waist and my eyes will rise only to watch your luminescent laughter. Shall we?" he winked.

Word by @wanderers_perspective
Betrayed Lov

Giving away all that you have.. But still not getting what you deserve…

Playing your best for him….. Still not getting the tag of relationship.. After all this time what might have I done wrong , I wonder?

Still doing the same for him, heart replied.

Everything was fine, on fine day…

He stabbed, which ripped my soul.. After all this he asked, what happened?

I said “Nothing” and moved on from him and everything. I found my old self.

Shot and words by @redurn
Part 2/2
My strong mind was so tired of holding the fort that it wanted to collapse. My health had been poor for a while and now it wanted to give up. And every time I tried to get up, I got hit by another arrow I didn’t know how to block. I was under siege externally and internally. I was falling into the deepest abyss trying to hold on to something, anything that could help me up. Or at least arrest my fall. Heck, I even took the enemy’s hand because I had to save me somehow. But I stayed there, in the dark alleys of my mind, for quite a while. It was hard. There was no purpose. No joy. Not in the things I once enjoyed. No ray of hope. Even though I had cracked open the prison door and was free to fly.
The only thing that kept me going is the little girl from the poem above. I knew she existed within. And that she had survived to tell the tale. This was not me. And not who I wanted to be. I kept at it. Kept my eyes open in the darkness till sight found its way back. And I wrote myself another poem in 2016. . .
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My circumstances do not define me.

The injustice meted out to me
Is not a reflection of what I deserved.

There is no argument in the world
That can justify my suffering, my hurt.

And I have finally stopped asking why.

I simply know I must rise
From the ashes that remain of me
Shed the layers of dead skin
And march on, gratefully
Not to let somebody's actions
Ever limit me
Not let my past 
Architect my present.

What happened was not my fault.
And my broken spirit will not stay broken forever.
The scars want to heal. 
The heart wants to feel.

Happiness waits to be had.

And I have to be there when it knocks. .
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So if I can tell you anything to help overcome whatever you’re feeling, I would say –

Don’t desert the battlefield. Fight that fight with all your might. Because you deserve to give yourself a shot. Choose you. Choose the life of your making. And choose to be there for it when it manifests itself from the deepest desires of your heart.
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Love and Light,

Anuradha

@redurn

@life_by_anuradha

Shot by @redurn
Words by @redurn
Part 1 /2
A little girl
And a lost soul
The broken lamp
A swollen hand
The raindrops
Lashing her face
The cruel wind
Stalking her pace
She wishes
It were night all day
She wonders
If darkness could hide her away.

I wrote this in 2006. When I was at my strongest I can say, retrospectively. Because even though life seemed overwhelmingly hard then and all I wanted to do was disappear from the face of the earth, somewhere deep down I think I knew that wasn’t the choice I had. The only choice I had… was to show up. Day after day. Give each day my all and hope to make it. And life did relent. I can tell you that now. I saw miracles unfold. Help arrived from the most unlikely corners of the universe. I told myself it was the spirit of the city. But to be honest, it was also me. I never really gave up. And I realized that when you want something with all your heart – even if that wish is something as fundamental as being able to pick yourself up and walk a few steps because it seems to draw all the strength you have in you to do just that – the universe does conspire to make it happen.

But life is constantly trying to wear you out. And even people as strong as me do get beat up at times, at the hands of life. More recently, I found myself devastated. Crushed. Because life delivered its blows at the hands of the people I trust(ed) and love(d). My lessons came in the form of not challenges (those were still surmountable I think), but in the form of betrayal. It was as though I was in a chess game all this while and the enemy stood right beside. As if they had been plotting against me for years as I went about playing in my castle, clueless of my impending doom. The battle preps had reached a crescendo. And the war sirens raged. And I was caught completely unaware. I felt like the stupidest queen to exist. But I chose to take the most difficult way out – one of integrity. And while my spirituality helped me out of my external circumstance, my physical and emotional bodies didn’t follow suit as gracefully. And I realized that I was clueless about another war that was coming for me - the internal one.

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