The Day I met her.
That day we all gathered near the college lawn for a meeting related to MUN (Model United Nations) promotions. It was for the first time that I was participating in such an event. There were others, much experienced than me discussing amongst themselves about the requirements of the event. The official discussion regarding the same that would include all the organizing members was yet to take place.
I was standing alone beside my bike, as usual least concerned about most of things except the work that was given to me. Moving my head, my eyes fell on a girl who was standing with her friend on the other side of the road. She was different in her appearance. I believe its human tendency to be curious about those things that they rarely encounter in their life. This was such a situation for me.
I immediately remembered the chapter from my biology book that mentioned about various genetic disorders that occurs rarely to someone. Though I won’t call it a disorder, because it’s simply a thing or a phenomenon perhaps and nothing to be considered as a disorder. The condition is clinically called as Poly-Cystic Ovarian Disease (PCOD) that affects one in 10 women in the world. This condition itself sometimes results into growth of excessive facial hairs in a woman (beards and moustache) which medically is termed as Hirsutism. But these were just the medical terms to study a different condition. Apart from that they smile, they feel, they care and they do everything like every one of us. So the thought to call it a disorder, itself must be a disorder.
She was among the rare ones who own a unique physical appearance yet a strong personality. She had a bit longer facial hairs than the other girls do, but that didn’t make her any less of a girl. Her ethereal smile conveyed her pride of being who she is and what she possesses. Though there were questions out of curiosity in my mind, but there were none on her face.
Before I could get more curious and boggled in my head, I heard her speaking to her friend. I don’t remember the exact words but my memory serves me pretty well about the discussion being something good and valuable.
The way she was speaking, the confidence in her voice, the smile never leaving her face and most importantly the positive energy radiating from her was all around and it did come to me as well. Once more, my curiosity raised so many questions in my mind about her, but there she stood totally unbothered by the questioning gazes of people around her. She was happy in her world, confident, proud about herself and as I said, she had that positive aura.
I don’t know what it was, but in my head I was sure that she herself is a change to those social stigmas that resides in the darkest corners of our mind. With that smile on her face, I was sure that she will bring that social reform. For a moment I felt that she is blessed with this uniqueness, as a symbol of change.
Later we became friends and we still are. She is an amazing person, an inspiration with no doubt and with a smile of million volts of positivity, she is surely an emblem of change.
Love and respect❤️
Thank you so much ❤️
Heyy Dhruti,
I feel both of us have shared a lot of memories together…Hope you must be remembering a lot of incidents that both of us witnessed when we were out there in our school. But what is quite comprehensible , I would say the sheer talent and self confidence that you have been carrying on your shoulder when you took all those quite never imaginable decisions in your life in the past in a society where kids are raised to struggle for a normal 9-5 life is really commendable. The something out of the track imagination and the dreams of yours are relentlessly paving your way for a something lot better than a normal for you. And I am sure, one day when you would try to look back and ponder about every single thing you decided and have done in your life will definitely make you feel so proud of yourself which you should be. And me as a friend of yours if I could help you in any way don’t ever hesitate to ask me for…I would say whatever that is possible from my end I will be there for you…
Lots of Love,
Ankit Samal…
Thank you so much bro. And yeah I remember those times of school. How can’t I by the way. As my blog’s subtitle says “chasing the roots”, that school was the root of my life…and we all were part of that niche… Thank you so much for your appreciation bro…and yeah I’ll try my best to improve myself, rest are just the part of the road. Lots of love bro..and thanks a lot again❤️
Thankyou for bringing such topics to limelight. We need more men like you to talk about such things. Support is all we want and deserve. More power to you.
Good luck.
Thank you so much.
Lots of love ❤️
Thank you so much ☺️
Very beautifully written ❤️
Amazing buddy😊Its about time such matters should be told and respected rather than made a joke about.
The society have always made us see beauty through its conventional lens. But beauty isn’t only about outer appearance, right? This piece of writing not only tries to address the stigma attached to being different but also highlights how to beautifully lead your life despite the odds.
Great topic and aptly written ….only few get the struggle behind smiles!! Keep it up dear..
Amazing bhaiya 👏
Thanks a lot. ☺️
I have hardly came across any social posts that talks about PCOD.
Good to see youth like you who contributes to remove such stigma from society.
And more power to this lady🙂
Thank you so much ☺️ That means a lot. I believe these matters shouldn’t be looked with any difference, rather should be accepted as normal. That will itself silent all the misconceptions.
I do appreciate your writing and congratulations brother on your recent series of achievements. I hope you you shine brighter then ever. Keep on your good work.👍
Thank you so much bro ☺️
That’s a beautiful take on such a sensitive issue. Simple and enchanting. Hadn’t expected the quiet , Rana resembling Camera person of MUN to have such great thinking as well. ❤Good to see you write it down. People like you keep inspiring me to smile a little more and live a little longer.
Keep writing.
Thanks Sweta. It was an opportunity for me to write about you 😊 And as I said, you and your smile is an inspiration for millions. When you can live happily and be you with something that the society doesn’t understand, then why can’t everyone else put a smile keeping their numerous problem aside? There’s so much one can learn from you. 😊
Your work are always clean and wonderful. Great job 👍👍
Thank you so much 🙂