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Aparajita Singh

Software Developer by profession, Blogger by choice! Writing is not just a hobby, it's my passion. I convey my thoughts through poems, short stories and articles. Currently working as an Appian Developer, I'm also a Certified Yoga Instructor. I love to read, write, doodle, paint, dance and sing!

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"We have enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another"- Jonathan Swift Set in the 1990s Bangladesh, this quote has been so rightly used in this book. Lajja explores the events of 1992 Babri Masjid demolition through the eyes of a Bangladeshi Hindu family. How the riots in India led to communal violence all over Bangladesh. It's slow paced in the beginning where it tries to set the tone for the characters through the eyes of two male protagonists. I assumed it's because they get to go outside the house (That tells something in itself). It narrates how they look at the present and the past events. Taslima ji has tried to include a lot of facts in between to let the reader know the gravity of the situation but after sometime it started to feel as if I was reading a newspaper. This was one of the reasons it took me a lot of time to finish it. I just started skipping through those parts as they were quite repetitive with just the change of names of people and places. The book takes a lot of time to catch speed but when it does it really makes you feel the pain. I am not a fan of the translation either. At a lot of times I wished I knew enough bangla to read the original. The book made me angry and sad at the same time. I felt an emptiness inside of me by the end. I was in tears and left with a lot of questions. The worst part is that even after more than 20 years, those questions are still unanswered! In the fight over religion, people suffer. Is it really worth it? I definitely recommend this book.

Finished it last night and submitted in the office today 😬 They might put it on display 🤞 The random sentences are the 7 values of KPMG. Wanted to include something to showcase the spirit of the company and what better than that, am I right? . . . . . . . . #art #artist #artwork #zentangleart #mandala_sharing #mandalaart #mandala #typography #brushlettering #finelineartwork #blackwork #artstagram #art_spotlight #artistsoninstagram #artistsofinstagram #fabercastell #camel #watercolor #india_gram #instagram #instadaily #igindia

Performed live sketching today for office function. This is what I could achieve in 1 hour (except for the rough sketch with pencil because you know, I'm not a pro) A lot is still pending. I was scared out of my wits, tbh. I haven't sketched in front of anyone till now. Also, I mostly take a lot of time to complete something, days to be exact. So I was basically having a panic attack everyday since the day @karthik_sagar_b asked me to take part in the event. I instantly said yes but thought of backing out like a 1000 times afterwards. I did not prepare anything till last weekend, because my brain kept telling me that I'm not capable of pulling it off. Anxiety kept kicking in and I kept feeling like I would ruin it! (I did ruin it a bit but that's something I always do. No biggie). But I got over my fears and did it! My hands were shivering the whole day until the moment I got on stage to start sketching. Somehow the shivering stopped just as the brush made contact with paper for the first time! In that moment, I knew I could do it. I knew that even if I make few mistakes, it won't matter because the end result would still be good. I just knew! I stopped caring about other people's opinions and just made what I wanted to. When the time ended, I was left with incomplete artwork and lots of compliments! Receiving the compliments obviously felt amazing. But, what actually mattered was the whole experience. That feeling of knowing that I can do something if I put my heart and mind to it. I loved what I created and that self validation overpowered all the external validations I got.

As an Indian kid, I grew up watching daily soaps with my mother. Each show had the same concept, a simple girl just trying to live her life the way she wants and some other girl trying to put her down. My mother always told me "aurat hi aurat ki sabse badi dushman hai" (A woman is a woman's worst enemy). I did not understand how true it was until it started happening to me. Whenever something bad happened to me, a girl was most likely to be behind all of it. I have hated myself, all because of what I heard about me or whatever happened to me. My entire life I had girls spreading rumors, revealing my secrets, snatching the people who made me happy, making fun of my looks, body shaming me, or trying to take away opportunities from me. And I still kept looking for validation from such people. I barely had women (except for the one's in my family) in my life who supported me. I won't deny talking behind someone else's back. I did it to people who I knew (or told) did it to me. I never lied & thought of it as revenge. Little did I know that it was doing more harm to me than good. As a 26 year old, I have more women friends than enemies and it has had such a huge positive impact on my life! I always had guy friends who admired me but it was never the same. They have a different way of expressing their emotions and sometimes they do not even understand the things I talk about, support or want for myself. You cannot just keep doing things with the same enthusiasm if you do not see it making any positive impact. Am I right? This support is the reason why I keep trying new things. Female doodlers inspired me to channel the artist inside me and the support encouraged me to keep going. For a society as a whole, it's crucial for us women to stop this girl on girl hate and to start admiring each other and pushing others forward. We already have a lot of things holding us back. In this fight against gender inequality, we need to stand together and not against each other. Embrace the diversity that we are and let the world know that we want to be all of it and more! ✨ Happy Women's Day ❤️ I know it's two days too late but better late than never, right? (Continued 👇)

What's the first thing you notice in a person? For me, it's the smile and eyes. It's all about how the smile makes me feel 💫 . . . . . . . . . #clickedononeplus #oneplus_india #oneplus3t #oneplus #phonephotography #portraits #portraitphotography #goa #goadiaries #randomthoughts #throwback #candid #happy #candidmoments #snapseed #snapseedaily #igindia #iger #instagram #writersofinstagram #bloggersofinstagram #positivevibes

फूलों के रंग से 🌷 #storytime I dropped my phone, again and this time the screen stopped working. It was like my phone was saying "Bro get your shit together first!" The service centre is very far from home so I had to wait till the weekend to get it repaired. The moment, I realized my phone isn't working, all I could do was think of all the things I would be losing for a while. I was horrified. Although, some reasons were justifiable but most were just nonsensical. I started searching for my old smart phone, immediately. Charged it, tried putting my sim in it to no avail as it needed a micro sim and I had a nano sim. So I settled to using a basic phone and using smartphone only with wifi. The thought of not having a smartphone when wifi was not available scared me a lot. I transferred my sim to smartphone as fast as I could but the phone was just too slow. Using it for three days was very exhausting. This whole experience made me realize how far we have come in terms of technological advancement and yet how it is the same thing which is holding us back. Gone are the days when I could just think of random things without worrying about my phone. I still can, like I did when I was in Goa at Agonda beach. I had no networkthere but I still had my phone and so I did not go bonkers. It was a calming experience. I did not care for so many unimportant things. I felt light, like there was a burden taken off my shoulders. But as soon as I had my network back, I started checking my notifications, which is what do in my free time. There are so many things we miss out on while our eyes are glued to our phones. I realize it whenever I keep my phone aside. It doesn't matter where I am, I find something which is worth giving up my phone. Like these flowers in the picture. I'm lucky I had my phone to click them but there was so much more to the moment which I couldn't capture. Do you think you can live without your smartphone? Can you go out without your phone and not care about it at all? Are you comfortable with your answers to these questions? Well, I know that I need to sort out my priorities.

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