It's called a 'Period' and that's a 'Pad'
My first encounter with the idea of periods was strange. I was a complete novice to the world of womanhood. In 5 th grade my school teachers held a homeroom lecture on puberty, ensuring that the boys and girls across the grade were separated. A very strategic and controlled set of words was employed to ensure that children walked only the directed path the teachers tried to carve out. ‘Don’t talk to too many people about it if you don't have to’ ‘Don’t answer queries from the boys about what was covered in the girl’s session’ I have had discussions with my father where the topic of menstruation happened to come up, to which I was given a rather silent response, teaching me at an early age that this must not be spoken of. I grew up in a household that didn’t impose any restrictions upon me for having cycles, which although seems to be rather oblivious, for many women across several third-world countries or deeply cultural or religious settings, the same is a luxury. Even the mere...