I randomly search the Pinterest page..to atumble on something that kicks open my writing…that’s how i deal with any writer’s block.. but yes..the writer’s block solution works only in this case wherein i am free to scribble anything i want irrespective of my word games, my spelling that goes wrong all the time and my words catching with the speed of my brain… Forget that. What i was saying is nothing to be undone and nothing to be redone..in life. It’s because we become what we eventually do and not something that we want to undo. What we already have done has become legendary that’s y we still wanna redo it….but again..there are no chances as such. But again, if you ever get a chance do it. Life gives you all ups and downs and it makes you who you, the very you, who are reading this. So be proud of what you are..and yes do things, you would wanna redo and undo at times..that’s life. Munch on your fav snack. Love someone so deeply that you are hurt. Love simply without any demands… Get hurt. Fall. Stumble. Have a life. Give a life. Take pain. Forget pain. Soak in rain. Travel. Drop your plans. Work out your plans. Lose weight. Gain weight. Lose yourself. Find yourself. … Yes, in the end, it’s all about finding yourself amidst all this….even if it means, you lose yourself over a couple of times..who is keeping a count on it…just go for it. …
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Perfect morning and I am as usual into the daily chores. But again what was so special about the day? Nothing, but it was International Women’s Day, and it is all perfectly normal for me. Like always, I posted something for Women’s day, and all wished me the same. I too wished the same to all.
But then I realized, do we women actually feel the speciality of this day?
Do we feel that we are being especially accepted or just accepted at least?
Why do women I know, feels quite related to contents posted on inequality, gender gap, no financial independence, security and safety, emotional abuse and much more violence?
Are we truly celebrating the day with a whole heart or a hole in the heart?
Dont we all truly feel the pain of injustice happening to all the women in the world or maybe anything related to a human being?
I do not claim that all women are oppressed, but many are.
There are child rapes happening, rapes and abuse and much more, but never given justice.
Don’t you think that these injustices happening around need to be curbed for the good?
Why we celebrate this Women’s day
when most women around us are not even valued for their gender?
when there are numerous child rape cases happening and only the women are blamed for it?
When there is domestic abuse occurring, but again the women do silently suffer without hesitance?
When women themselves are blaming their own kind, how can even man support it?
When the gender gap is created by women itself.
how can justice prevail, when the women are not into it together. If I say I would blame the women in the society for downgrading themselves to the level of being treated like trash.
The mothers teach their daughters to silently suffer marital rape and be in a relationship, where they suffer a lot in the name of society. The mothers teach their daughters to do household chores and ask the boys to sit on the couch and enjoy snacking. When the women themselves are not confident enough to think better of themselves and blame the other independent women to be bitch who never take care of the family, she is bounded to, it is indeed a big war among the same breed.
But again, women need not have any ones approval to be what she wants. All she needs is to be accepted as who she is irrespective of all factors that categorize her as a woman. Let her be her….and he be him. Why mix coffee and tea as they both have their own flavours and taste.
Whole in whole, I feel like a complete woman in my own way. For me, being whole means I do not need an identity as a mom, or a daughter or a sister .. all I need is the identity of a whole woman, not a tag line that lingers around me.
And someday I shall achieve it, no matter what. But again, once i attain it, all the identity that lingered with me will shatter away, because, those roles I carried on till then need me in the way they want, not how I wanted myself to be.
Till then, Women’s day is yet another day in my life.
To all Women who feel complete in their life
Happy Women’s Day !!
Do let me know in the comments, how you feel complete. I believe everyone has their own reasons. Even men can comment, what’s your idea of a complete woman.
She set fire to her dreams, to build a home for someone whom she never knew. All she trusted was her parent’s words and set on a journey unknown to her. Loaded were her Ghoonghat(veil) with the weight of expectations and her sorrows were unseen in those long veil which was used as a symbol of culture..but indeed was only hiding her truth echoing eyes…The veil hid all her emotions that were reflecting in her eyes. Every torture, every unhappy thought, and even her resentment remained shadowed by the veil. She was asked to do everything in the name of duty…but none even displayed their duty towards the bride of the house. She continued to live in those shadows without even an opportunity to speak out. Even her cries were stifled in the name of family name and fame… Time flew… The veil finally wrapped her. Her sorrows went unheard like her last cry for help. . .
You are the feel, That I always longed for in my arm… Like a dream, You came and embraced me… And all I did was fall into you Deep down where I found my little space. The way you touched me, It was like a feeling I ever waited for. To awaken me from slumber. And to set me on fire….. The pace at which you gripped into me.. Slowly and steadily. I knew I was lost in you.. But it was then I realized. That you were drowning in my eyes.. And together we swam, into an ecstasy. . . Soulrecitals #sreepriyawrites #lovepoetry #love .
Different as I am, Unwinding with time.. Letting myself let go.. From people’s minds. Comprehend me, seems impossible to many, As I never wanted some to understand me.. Everything attracts me, From what not to why not.. All I did was, Be rhythmic to my inner soul. Until when I die in my soul.. When nothing, adapts me, Not owns me.. My mind is a nomad.. Which goes mad. . .