So comes the day when we find newspapers
filled with stories of some successful and some not so successful women. We acknowledge
them who rose from ashes, shone brilliantly and whose traces will always be
seen in the sky.
Do we miss someone here???
It’s been ages talking about
liberation, empowerment, equal rights, development but who cares to see the
other side of the coin. Amidst all these glories, the fact will always remain
that a woman is a woman. Even if she is called Sita or Mother Teresa she
is expected to make sacrifices, she’s obligated to understand the unsaid words,
hunger of child and regretful mood of spouse. These are the chores she carries
out every day without any acknowledgment.
Can a woman ever be a man? Can she
expect someone to understand the tears rolling down her eyes, or slight
increase in temperature post a hectic day? Will she be understood without being
lain an onus of putting extra pressure through a strictly laid out day.
There are days when eyes are swollen,
limbs lame and mind in blues but still breakfast, lunch and dinner are served,
home is spotless clean, people admire her for how she maintains her home,
business and relatives. But there are days when she is questioned, reason for
her existence, decisions she made in past, and what does she foresees as her
future.
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