Taboo

Busting the Biological Clock Myth: Empowering Women’s Choices
The most well-thought-out advice provided to women of this generation seems to be, "Have a baby when you are ready to raise one." But nobody discusses how to get there. One has to prepare for pregnancy only when one is ready financially, emotionally, and physically, as feminist discourses remind us. But due to your "ticking biological clock," this has to be done in a hurry. There was always pressure on women to bear children.
By Hridya Sharma11 months ago in Confessions
The Shift from Friendship to Love
For years, Mia had convinced herself that what she felt for Jake was simply friendship. They had been inseparable since their college days, their bond strengthened by shared secrets, late-night talks, and endless adventures together. They were the perfect pair, and their friendship was something Mia treasured deeply. But as time passed, something began to shift.
By SHAKIB11 months ago in Confessions
Finally Said"
For years, Ethan had carried a secret buried deep within him—one he never dared to voice. It wasn’t out of fear of rejection but rather the uncertainty of what would happen if he spoke the words aloud. Would everything change? Would he lose the one person who meant the most to him?
By SHAKIB11 months ago in Confessions
The Words We Never Said
Lena and Ryan had been best friends for as long as they could remember. From childhood adventures to teenage secrets, they had built a bond that seemed unbreakable. Their late-night conversations stretched until dawn, their inside jokes were endless, and they understood each other in ways no one else could.
By SHAKIB11 months ago in Confessions
Holi Through a Feminist Lens: Embracing Celebration Without Compromise
To add to the overall vivid hues, individuals are seen splattering tinted water balloons, squirting one another with flute-sized syringes (pichkaris) filled with coloured liquid, and spreading rainbow colours on one another as Holi morning breaks. The festival's essence and core content is bringing joy, color, and hope to everyone. As a result, the celebration is carnivalesque and colourful due to its mythological, spiritual, cultural, and social appropriation. However, the romantic portrayal of Holi is not the same as how many women feel it. The fact that some males disregard moral and social boundaries in their celebration of the event is upsetting.
By Hridya Sharma11 months ago in Confessions
The Truth Behind the Mirror
A hidden secret that has shaped a life. Lily Walker had always been the quiet one in the group, a listener rather than a talker. She enjoyed the comfort of her own thoughts, the solace of being alone with her books and the music that echoed in her mind. But behind the calm exterior, there was a truth she had never shared with anyone.
By SHAKIB12 months ago in Confessions
To anyone who feels like a failure, this one's for you
I have known the depths of pain, regret, desolation and the atrocious feeling of not being enough. You sink deeper into the abyss of self-doubt and plague yourself that life has no meaning left to sustain your being, There is tiredness in your soul and your eyes have lost their spark.
By Hridya Sharma12 months ago in Confessions
Between Faith and Feeling. Content Warning.
Rain lashed against the dorm window, a relentless percussion mirroring the tempest brewing inside Sarah. It had only been a week since Elara’s confession, her voice a fragile tremor of hope and fear as she’d admitted her feelings. Nevertheless, Sarah, caught completely off guard, had found herself responding in kind, the burgeoning affection she’d been carefully suppressing blossoming in the sudden light of Elara’s vulnerability. But Elara’s confession had been immediately followed by a retraction, a wall of religious conviction slamming between them. "I can't," Elara had whispered, her eyes wide with longing and terror. "It's against everything I believe."
By Clara Sutterfield12 months ago in Confessions
No, He Never Hit Me.... Content Warning.
The question got asked again: did he ever hit you? I wracked my brain for an answer and could only remember the times he almost hit me with his fist making contact with the wall or the door a few inches from my head. "No, he never hit me."
By The Schizophrenic Mom12 months ago in Confessions
Embracing the Silver Lining: How to Discover Hope and Purpose After Life's Mistakes
Nothing compares to the sense of complete helplessness and despair that follows significant failures and mistakes in life. It feels like your heart is being pierced by a dagger. Usually, the mistake hits us so hard that it takes months or even years to get over it. I've been in that position a few times, and each time I made a huge mistake, I questioned how I could forgive myself. Some of these were serious errors and setbacks; they all destroyed me. There were times when I thought I lacked the strength to continue. Not on an emotional level. Not in a spiritual sense. Not in the mind. And certainly not in a physical sense.
By Hridya Sharma12 months ago in Confessions
This Confession
The final line from Brett Easton Ellis' controversial 1991 novel American Psycho resonates with me deeply: "This confession has meant nothing." As a summation of what has gone before, it casts doubt on the Christian dicta of confession, absolution, or forgiveness. It makes a mockery of the notion that to "get it off your chest" will bring one a sense of inner peace. For the character of Patrick Bateman there is no "inner peace"; there is a grinding cycle of narcissistic delusion, self-aggrandizement, violence, and the complete and total realization that in his simulated world of surfaces, he will never be taken to task for the carnage he exteriorizes on subjects that are little more than fleeting representations of individuated egos. Stock characters, NPCs in his ever-world of disposable miniaturized souls.
By Tom Baker12 months ago in Confessions
An open letter to the voices in my head
Dear Echoes in my mind I understand how enraging it becomes from time to time to express yourself, to finally say what's on your mind, to bury your sadness and angst through my being. Because I know how infuriating it is to be confined in an endless labyrinth of what-ifs and curating the worst-case scenarios for every stance we go through. I know all you are trying to do is protect me from the potential perils of my existential stride, to shield me from the externality of how horrendous the world could be. I behold your concern, I see you as you are and I feel your pain, but I want to be honest with you and I am tired. I am tired of your constant whispers of how bad the world is, how everything can turn against me or how I can become better because the present me is not good enough.
By Hridya Sharma12 months ago in Confessions