Oh! See the red stains on her skirt, doesn't she know about day first?
Listening to women's conversations, The girl was completely shocked; Thinking about that ironical smile, What case did the women talked?
After returning home, The girl spoke to her mother “Oh girl! Now you should know, don't share it with any men, father or your brother.
Sufferance from this pain is not easy, This is something which is just a matter of privacy. “
Mamma dear; What is the reason for being embarrassed? Why should I feel shy? Isn't it a stupid mentality, Can you please answer me, why?
Oh! Girl;” It's a tradition of society, You should also follow and have some dignity. These six days you are a profane, And you can't enter the kitchen or the holy place, Just lock yourself in your room, And keep some space. “
Oh! Mom dear! “Everyone knew about that blood stain, But none of them even tried to learn about the pain!
These six days, everyone makes a girl feel like an unholy stain, damn! All knowledge and education is completely in vain.
Menstruation is a part of girl's lives, It doesn't a matter to feel shy. But many of them still follow these so-called traditions don't even know the reason why?
This is the story of every month, Six days she fights with mood swings, pain and cramps. She did not need anything; Just give her your love, care and strength. By-Aradhana Agrahari
Hey my life I don't know you are friend or foe.sometimes you shows the bitterness and makes me disgusting other time you leaves the traces of sweetness in my way and cheers me not to stop searching the essence of you..anyway I love you
May peace radiate there in the whole sky as well as in the vast ethereal space everywhere. May peace reign all over this earth, in water and in all herbs, trees and creepers. May peace flow over the whole universe. May peace be in the Supreme Being Brahman. And may there always exist in all peace and peace alone. Om Shanti, Shanti, Shanti to us and all beings!