Soft hands and cold body, Dead soul burning in agony,
Mind plays with broken pieces, The brave girl turned evil and foolish,
Help! Help me! She craves, She made sleep as her way to escape,
Gulit of wasting time on devil, There's no relaxation dish left in meal.
A devil arrived and created storm rare, She end up becoming his prey.
It's difficult to breath, she is failing, She is a failure, she don't have self control, She is a worst daughter, sister and a friend, She is so immature, she is average looking, She is not good enough in society, She is shy and stupid , what not, This is what society said her
She is alone and often don't feel herself now, Every morning began with hopeless view, Regret and all She is killing her each and every day
I was exactly 12 years, 4 months and 23 days old when I got my first periods. Oh! Did I just utter the 'p' word? Did someone get offended? Sorry! Let me whisper it to you - p.e.r.i.o.d. It was that time of the year when I was chilling at home in the hot days of April, enjoying my summer vacations and I was one of those lucky girls who escaped the nightmare of getting her first puberty showcased on her school skirt and although mum had told me all about menstrual cycles and how it is a good thing, yet the first time l saw blood on my pants, I freaked out. I did. I stood in the bathroom for 17 minutes doing nothing and when mum knocked on the door, all l could tell her was "shuru ho gya". It has begun. I don't exactly remember her reaction but I am sure she was happy and hugged me and got me a sanitary pad and helped me out with it.
Yes, I am one of those lucky girls born in a home where menstrual cycles aren't considered a taboo. Yes, I am lucky but what about those who aren't?
What about the 12 year old who is deprived of her right to have a pad and uses old clothes, dried leaves, accumulated cotton, plastic bags and what not?
What about the 13 year old who begs her mother to write a letter to her swimming instructor in school stating "My daughter is ill and cannot swim today. Kindly excuse her." No, she is not ill. She is bleeding. She is living.
What about the 14 year old when she is called to the school auditorium with all her female classmates to attend a lecture on 'how to sit and not stain' while the boys are sent to the playground with curious minds that later question her about the hushed session?
What about the 15 year old who is made to sleep on the cold floor because she is bleeding through her vagina but her 11 year old brother is put under a blanket because he bled through his knee while falling off the bicycle?
What about the 16 year old who suffers from PCOS, a hormone related issue that causes weight gains, acne-breakouts on her skin and chest, facial hair and extremely painful periods yet she cannot share a bit of her problem with the world, maybe not even her dad who sadly looks at her writhing in pain in her back and stomach?
What about the 17 year old who has finally started believing in miracles and God and you stop her from setting her foot into the temple. What about her beliefs? Did she ask God for this?
What about the 18 year old who is expected to stay in her room, not touch clothes in her wardrobe or sit on the couch with others? She does this five days a month because oh! she bleeds and she is impure.
What about the 19 year old who is questioned by her curious boyfriend if she bleeds all day long or just when she urinates and she blushes and replies: all day long and listens to him say "I bow to you".
What about the 20 year old who listens to comments 'oh! she is checking out her ass', while all she does is ensure that there is no stain on the other woman's skirt or pant or kurti or saree or whatever she is covered with because what is more embarassing than having a blood stain on your back, right?
What about the 21 year old who still gets a gaze whenever she asks for a sanitary pad or a tampon from the shopkeeper and she requests him to cover it with newspapers?
What about the 22 year old who has to reply to her friend's message "oh! you are pmsing".
What about the 23 year old who is trying to break the glass ceiling in a world dominated by men and her promotion is held back because she takes an extra day off every month because her periods are nasty and painful?
What about the 24 year old lady who has accidentally stained the bedsheet while sleeping with her husband?
What about the 25 year old who misses her period by a week and silently prays to God hoping that it is not a girl, not because she is not proud to be one but because she does not want her kid to go through it all, for ask her and she will show you all the hair clips, tiny frocks and the little ballerina shoes that she had bought.