Feminist Notes, Entry #2: Extraordinary Girls

Really exraordinary..

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Exhibit 1:

While my classmates complain about the “shit-ton amount of homework” they have, a 13-year-old girl in India is beginning her master’s degree in microbiology. That is no joke.

I think it’s so touching that Sushma Verma is able to continue pursuing her education, because her father wants her to become a doctor. He sold a piece of land his family owned and he works a lot in order to pay for her tuition.

Quote from article: “They allowed me to do what I wanted to do,” Verma said in an interview Sunday, speaking her native language of Hindi. “I hope that other parents don’t impose their choices on their children.”

Exhibit 2

When Malala Yousafzai was 14 years old, the Taliban shot her for going to school and for speaking out on the violence in her community and how girls are discouraged from going to school. She has…

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To Tejaswee

I dint know how to start this blog, what my first post would be. Then I came across Tejaswee’s blog through IHM. IHM is an inspiration like many know. This poem is dedicated to IHM and her daughter. I might never know you but will always love u.


She must have seen the sun shine when it was still raining,
And to see the colorful rainbow waited for the evening.

She must have looked at butterflies and praised nature ‘s beauty,
She must have savoured each n every byte of cake dizzy dee.

Her imagination must have taken her on a wild ride.
To hoolasamadu, a place unknown n miss trunchbull on her side.

I m sure she was like a fairy and spread smiles with her magic wand.
She must have enjoyed playing in the snowfall of switzerland.

She must have sat watching cricket and ate chocolates with each over.
And when cricket season came to end she would be in ‘worldcup hangover’.

I think of it all staring outside window.
I wonder if we would have been friends, I ll never know.

It always feels like rain falls from heaven ;it must have fallen on her too.
With each droplet falling on her eyelashes making it look like dew.


A tear falls from my eye and is washed down by rain.
Can u really love smeone you never knew,could you really feel the pain?

She must be smiling some where in the heavens,like a bird free.
She ‘ll rule our hearts forever, pretty princess tejaswee.