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đŹ South Asian TV & Film: The Real Villain?
âBollywood gave us heroines who were either bechari (helpless), vamp (evil), or sanskaari (perfect wife material). Where were the real South Asian women? The ones who are angry, loud, depressed, healing?â etâs talk about how Bollywood shaped the way we saw South Asian women. Growing up, we were shown heroines who neatly fit into three boxes. First, there was the bechari.You know her â sheâs always crying, always in pain, usually poor or oppressed. She gets slapped by her in-laws, suffers in silence, and the audience is expected to love her because sheâs⌠what? A martyr? Because she endures everything and never fights back?She was never allowed to be angry.…
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đď¸ Her Side of the Story: The Boy That Was Never Worth It
Alvira and Anairaâs Her Story â A Podcast About Choosing Yourself Over a Man Who Couldnât Anairaâs POV â Opening Monologue âIf he wanted to, he would.âThat line was my mantra.But with Zayaan, he didnât. Not when it mattered.He gave mixed signals, whispered dreams, but never clarity. He liked my rebellion but not my mess.My laughter, but only when it wasn’t too loud.My beauty, but not when it came with independence.He wanted the idea of me, not me. I thought love meant being chosen.But now I knowâsometimes, walking away is the choice that saves you. đď¸ Alviraâs POV â Following Up âHe was never mine. But it still broke me…
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âWhy Does Another Womanâs Glow Make Me Question My Own?â
We rarely talk about the ache that comes from watching another woman shine â especially when itâs someone close. A friend. A cousin. A sister. Not because we donât love her.But because her glow flickers something inside us.A question. A wound. A memory. This is a story about two sisters â Anmol and Karishma.Itâs a story about a man named Karan.But more than that, itâs a story about the unspoken jealousy we donât admit, and the heartbreak we quietly carry. âď¸ Anmolâs Story: The Chosen One It was finally happening.I was getting engaged to the man who made me feel seen. Safe. Special.Karan. He knew how to hold a room…