Warrior

 I sat there, on that bench, with a cat on my lap. Papers were sprawled on the table ; I was doing some revision -- or so I thought. There were so many notes from lectures, but somehow I couldn't devour the pages of written words. My mind was wondering somewhere else.Now, where did my mind go? It went back to those days. It may have been a decade after that remark happened, but it's etched deep inside my mind. It's stuck, like a parasite. Eating me slowly, and somehow I did not see it. I thought it was just a normal kind of memory to have. It was just a part of growing up, but... The pain didn't go away. I still feel the pain, It's as though it happened just yesterday. To others, it may not be a problem, but it's a problem for me. I let that remark drenched me in the tears of agony.  What happened that make me hard to forget? It was just a harsh remark from a teacher, and the disappearance of friends and support was gone in a split of time. Losing so many people...

As I watched my little nephew (the second child of my older sister) grow, I began to think about how slowly life goes on and without our knowing, time ages us. Have you heard Adele's song : When We Were Young? That song always remind me of the times I lost , the times I wasted. My youth and adolescent life has long gone, and I am in my half a century. Still a young adult trying to figure out what's my role in my lifetime. Am I someone who withdraws, or someone who can make some change in this world? May it be a small change, I want to be one of the role to be beneficial for the people around me. I remember one teacher that changed my view of life and a few hopes that I can do and take for this life. I learnt to be someone who cares and someone who grasp compassion tightly. Funny that I can describe what I want or what I see now, for words (written as it is) has finally failed me. I haven't written for ages, and today I feel it the need to write (type that is!). ...

To the women who have been used, Those who have been abused. To the women whose innocence robbed, Those who shall never be the same again. Stay, and stand strong. It may all seem to be gone, Robbed and shattered by reckless men, Ignored by our senseless society, Broken by our own naivety, But stay, and stand strong. To the women who feel dirty and used, Those who fell victim of sweet nothingness. Stay, and stand strong. The nightmares shall pass. Stay, and stand strong. We are still loved and beautiful. Stay, and stand strong. No longer we are the weak women, We are the women of power. Standing strong and tall, And this life is ours to take, And ours to dictate. No longer shall you harrass, No longer shall you abuse. No longer shall you see us as weaklings, For we are women of steel. Stay, and stand strong. - 8th May 2018, 7.19pm