as i move through

On my 22nd birthday in March, I remember I had a strong conviction. I had things to get done this year - milestones to reach, places to be, people to meet, a person to become. I dreamt strongly with passion and had faith to get through things steadily. Even then I knew that nothing I did could really prepare me for everything. But I was ready to leap, ready to try, and that felt enough. By the time we moved through the weeks in March, things felt bleak but I was still hopeful.  Hope isn't anything tangible. If anything, I feel that it's fragile - "handle with care". As days passed, my hopefulness was clouded by judgment, self-doubt, and fears. As hours, days, and weeks meshed together, I tried to find a thing or other to do. I was trying to run - just as people around me, just like time. Just like how the earth still spun and brought each day to a night. Just as the blooms in spring got drenched in the monsoon rain, eventually withered, and fell. It felt necessary to ...

Fallopian tubes. Yep. That's all I remember about the female reproductive system from whatever I learned in school. And I am pretty sure that it's because I wanted to make sure I spelled it right. I am not good at spellings and often find it frustrating to deal with them. But that's a revelation for another day. This blog post is about menstruation - about menstrual cups, to be more specific.  It has been a little over two months since I got one for myself and it has been a year since I thought of getting one. I took my sweet time deciding on this one. I'd probably have waited longer to get one had Kanchan not taken the leap and got one for herself. Once I had the menstrual cup gently packaged and delivered at my doorstep, I restarted my research about menstrual cups.  In over 20 blogs I read and the same amount of videos I watched, many shared the exact same thing - fold the cup in a certain way, make sure that you are relaxed and comfortable. I even scrolled through t...