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Clampdowns serve no purpose. If we're not supposed to bat an eyelid for a sadhu who covers his modesty with an orange loin cloth, I am sure we can breathe easy for a woman in leggings and jeans. Please let's not rewind to the time when women played lawn tennis in ankle length gowns. It's simply ludicrous.
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In our homes, the arrival of a child is not very different from a wedding. Everyone has a say; a tip or two and a long list of do's and dont's. But how can a first-time mother decide what is best for her and her baby when practitioners of both age old wisdom and new age norms breathe down her bump?
Interestingly, I never thought I was fat. Not when I was 12 years old. Not when I was 22. Not now, when I am pushing 30 and have loosened muscles all over after carrying a child for nine months. But I have always been described as large by the people around me -- in a way that makes me feel bad about being big.
Let us sit back and think for a moment about what we would do if people from the nearby slum complained of the rancid sights and smells left behind by our pets?
Faith doesn't need us to fight its wars, embark on low-oxygenated pilgrimages, resort to masochism, glorify or defile its texts. It can take care of itself and reveals itself for whatever it is worth. You have to have faith in it.