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   Truth is, it won’t go away. When you least expect, you’re going to hear that song you relate too much to and before you know it, you’ll find yourself struggling for breath, waging a war against tears in the corner of an office room trying not to give it away. It’s in you, the…

Writing as Anika: The victory lap. 

I’m jealous of those who can forgive themselves.  Forgiving him came almost effortlessly. Society gave him the perfect alibi. He wasn’t culpable of his crime. The crime scene was my burden to bear from the start. My dress, my demeanour, my callousness. So I forgave him. But I needed someone to blame. I commit a…

Writing as Anika: 07. Recovery. 

And I finally tell you, Not all of it – but enough I tell you about the bruises, The scars, The nightmares, The sleepless nights. I tell you the stories Of a body rejecting life, Malfunctioning, Shutting down, crippled with the fear of carrying the devil’s child. You cry, On my behalf. I hold back,…

Changing the Rhetoric on Equality.

      Here’s a radical thought; let’s include men in the dialogue about gender equality. Equality, is not the notion of women surpassing men. By definition of the term, it’s ensuring that both genders have equal access to opportunity. Ascending from that definition, the problem is pretty straight forward. Through generations of reinforced cultural…

Writing as Anika: 06. Born again

For you M.  Six months. I sleep better now. Muted days and loud nights Occasionally get in the way. I’ve excelled in shutting out the voices. You don’t seem to be giving up on me. You’re always there, Even when I don’t want you to be there; Specially when I don’t want you to be…

Writing as Anika: 05. Daggers at my soul. 

It’s been a month now. Nothing much has changed, But everything has. I’m seeking refuge in oblivion by day, Praying for the courage to run the blade horizontally by night. I’m not a victim, I tell myself, Everyday. I do a good job at living this lie. I maintain my grades, I maintain my smile,…