Vamika Kapoor

The first love of my life never saw me naked. We dated a long time ago, when we were small kids, shaping ourselves and still wondering what love looked like? We didn't have complications back then and it was all so cute like puppy love. I never offered him "my private parts" as termed by my parents but all I offered him was my true soul, every inch of it. I told him my deepest secrets and he too did the same. I thought he was someone to trust upon so I let him drown deep inside the ocean of my emotions and let him discover myself. From telling every little detail of how my day went, to every obstacle that I had to face in my life, he knew everything. Were these not my private parts? He never saw my naked body but all he saw was my naked soul and heart and all my raw emotions. And all those parts still belong to him and always will but unfortunately now he's just a stranger with all my deepest secrets and he will carry those with him, he'll carry a part of me...

Why are we locked up in cages? When we are able to fight our rages. Our legs look good only when shaved, Why on walls our name's not engraved? We are the victims of rape, While we can be a superhero with a cape. Why are periods considered to be a shame? Slut, hoe, whore, oh boy these are lame. You kill us inside our mother's womb, Why are we not allowed to enter some tombs?We are not permitted to go out at night, By labelling us weak, you're not doing right. You tell us not to love, not to put our lives in danger, Yet you are the one who make us marry a stranger. "She talks to every guy, oh she's such a flirt", Look inside you soul, it's all filled with dirt. "To get some attention she wears those tiny skirts", Nobody thinks twice, no matter how much it hurts. Why are we told to not to laugh so loud? Why can't we raise our voices admist the crowd? "Too curvy, too skinny, she's so dark",They speak shit and ...

What's your biggest fear? They asked. The first thing that came in my mind was losing someone I love. We all have our special people, those who are always there for us. Always? Not really. Loosing someone you love is not the last goodbye or the final I love you they say when they stand at your door for the last time. It's not that easy, right? You don't loose someone all at once, instead you loose them everyday. You loose them when you wake up to an empty bed, when you sip coffee from the mug that was once their favourite. You miss the warmth of their arms and how their cold feet used to feel. When partying all Friday night changes to crying on your bed alone, trust me it feels like hell. And when you're finally about to settle all your pieces back somehow, that one song plays which they made you hear for the first time, and in seconds you're broken once again. All I'm trying to say is losing someone and then recovering from that void isn't easy, you ...