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That’s why Ranjit Bhuiya always said “My Life My Rules” I live my life according to myself, I have nothing to do with the world, what people think about me. I will doing hard work continuously because personality is not important your work is important what you doing in your like. Your work will speak not your personality.

What if you are not lucky?

-Jisha Laha

Let's start the write up with a brief description on luck. Luck is a phenomenon that determines your destination sometimes. It can be dubbed as a force that brings you success and especially when you fail to do . If luck has been sprinkled while carving your life on your palm, you are claimed lucky and by mere efforts you can reach the zenith. Luck is apparent in torrent of success stories,but their dominating factor is their dedication and hard work. There are a couple of other terms that lie parallel to luck. Let's discuss them back to back.

First, opportunity, chances catered on you. Don't be the puppet of deception in some cases. It's said that your success bell rings only when the breeze of opportunity blows. But , what if I jiggle it? It's going to ring in the same way, sometime even louder. If no door is open to you, create your own ! I'm not any renowned mogul to deliver such cryptic yet motivating statement. But, experiences are more vociferous than hype. I lack opportunity but I never halt as I'm a determined dreamer.

Birth also postures your life with quite a lot of fortune. Someone can be innate lucky, whereas, some gradually got their personality decked up with luck. Nepotism instill fortune but hardly success. Why to savour the life conceived by your parents? Draw up one such and make them feel glad twice, thrice and even more.

Apart from the pivotal motive of the write up, let me give you a small suggestion. Don't expect anything from anyone. All have their own axe to grind in this contaminated world. Don't wait for a better opportunity or a better person to elevate yourself. Sometime try to take up the stairs that go through darkness and unbearable pain. Dare to contend the nightmare before drizzling radiance on yourself. Being brought up in one middle class joint family system, the true meaning of struggle is quite transparent before me .

Don't breed angst within you if you are left deserted without luck and opportunities. Every great thing craves for courage, zeal and patience. Build your personality up with integral agendas and on the arrival of correct time, hit the boundary. No limit can forbid you. So, if you consider yourself unlucky, then don't wait for the next birth repleted with opportunities and luck, rather erect your own entryway.

A Letter to Menstruation

--Jisha Laha

Dear periods,

You are an uncanny guest that knocks me every 28 days . I creep with pain for you. To be honest, I really hate your existence in my jaunty life but, you are the herald of a mother. I'm too young to be a mother. But, I'm pretty sure about this fact that every girl dreams of dawdling her child on her lap. You know, one question strikes me hard . Why you come to us? Why the males don't have to bear with the menstrual pain and still get claimed as a parent? You are very much biological but your existence commenced centuries ago of biology's birth. You are really nagging. I don't get to visit any holy place when you're knitted with my vagina. Why? You let us give birth and you only let us stay at bay from happiness? Your cryptic existence annoys me but still I accept you with a grinning face just because you are going to make a mother.

Stop rape

--Jisha Laha

Why to worship the mud idol if you abuse females? Why to pen down poignant phrases if you threat a girl passing by? Why to stand as a formidable wall before your sister if you fail to control your lust for other's sister? Why to look like a ferocious being on social media if in actual you breed fear within girls and make them tremble?

India is the land of manifold unpunished crimes. Every week dozens of rape cases get printed in the newspaper but hardly a few rapist get into the custody . To everyones' dismay, torrent of cases dwindle in silence. This uncanny nature of the sub-continent make her unfamous. And, the most devastating fact is that the family members of the victim strive for about a decade to clinch justice for their late daughter. Despite knowing who committed the crime, the malefactors loiter freely without angst and , moreover, with the same very lust that carried away the life of one innocent girl. This is the dark side of India that lies underneath the radiant hue of unity amidst diverse culture.

New names come up every month. People rages storm for putting the case under proper investigation and woefully , the spirit shrink within a day or so. No justice gets claimed and another offence gets produced. Mournful to hear the stories and difficult to accept the bitter truth.

On diving deeper into such balderdash actions of human beings, we can come across the truth that in many parts of India, the kith and kins too are sheer culprit. The world of philanders is letting the world get draped over by misery.

Crime in a society is nothing lips-agaping. But, where the law is getting implemented? How law can deny the truth and blindfold itself in this contaminated twenty-first century. How law is not answerable to these bullshits? Shame on the constitution! Shame on the mindset of people!

These illegal activities dates back to the past of India where males were believed to be bestowed by God. Males were overwhelmed with priority.

If possible, Mr. Mandela's idea should be executed by the government if they are unable to differentiate bad from good. Let every girl and woman carry some weapons with them. These small steps can really bring about a topsy-turvy state.

Drops of tears trickle down my cheeks on realising that I'm also a female.

Jingling anklets

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-Jisha Laha

The sound that I desired to hear

And that really came near

Gradually evolved and rang faster

And got rapid as it came closer

Limbs got numb

But managed to fold my hands together

The body shivered

But the pious heart felt it better

The silent cry

Followed by unison

And all it ended with a shock,faith and fear.

A journey with my dog

In this forlorn world, no human vows to stay with us till the last breath. All have their own axe to grind. All remain busy with their drudgery of routine. But, some organisms are made for us ,whom we dub pet. Though we snatch their happy living by captivating them behind the bars but a couple of jaunty memories with them get encased in our life diary. In my life, I too have a four-leged companion who do not understand my language but me.

I came across a tiny beige-fured puppy with wagging tail and wiggling tounge, craving for some food. I catered him a plate full of rice. That compassion of mine inaugurated our enthralling friendship. He started coming before our abode every afternoon looking for some food. Gradually the stray dog shaped itself as the most precious gift in my heart. It grew old and currently, he's a quite grown up doggy. For my higher education, I shifted to towns and somehow our wonderful bondage dwindled. For the corona virus pandemic, we are settling in our ancestral home for a couple of months. And, our friendship enhanced in this period of time. In this write- up , I'll share one beautiful experience with him. So, one ,two,three ,and here we go.

Before our house, an alley stretches amid two ponds and ends up beside one dilapidated house. The house is surrounded by trees and a stagnant red water .The place is repleted with rustling leaves, buzzing crickets, birds with flapping wings. Along with me, in this small yet bewitching journey, Montu,my best friend, stalked.

In the way, lies an age old huge peepal tree which in our village gets worshipped annually. There lies a grave of one monk who died of a heart attack on that place. A bamboo forest adjoined with them. And the whole surrounding is pregnant with obscure bushes. I walk and leap sometimes. Montu with his barking, follow me. I talk to him about my life, dreams and days ahead. I'm pretty sure that he fail to understand what I'm saying but he can feel me and my feelings. This makes him my best friend.

After that comes a narrow rugged land with abstruse flora and on walking it,we reach an open place with heaps of tranquility. Open fields, trees in series, cows,goats, ponds, palm trees and what not! Everything I find there,and even the things that is not present over there.

We continue our journey and we reach the heaven like place. All you can do is gazing at the most wonderful scenerio. The definition of horizon will get acquainted with you and the meaning of country-side life too.