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Women here, women there. Do you still know who she is? Can you bottle her in a definition? An attempt at containing what being a woman means.
Clever as a devil, Twice as pretty, Mind like thunder, A woman she is.
She stands tall, She rises above sorrows, She deals with grief, A woman she is.
She can be a daughter, She can be a lover, She can be a mother, A woman she is.
She loves when loved, She loves when hated, For she is compassionate, A woman she is.
She deals with sufferings, She deals with cruellest blows, She is fearless, A woman she is.
People mock her, As people secretly admire her, Complete in her, A woman she is.
She is a balm for all bruised souls, She is also envied, As she is a poet everyone loves, A woman she is.
Call her sexy, Call her beautiful, Call her donnish, A woman she is.
Life offers her challenges, She laughs at them, Do you know her? As a woman she is.
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Rimli Bhattacharya is a First class gold medalist in Mechanical Engineering from National Institute of Technology, an MBA in supply chain management and is engaged with a corporate sector. Her essay in the anthology “Book read more...
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As he stood in front of his door, Nishant prayed that his wife would be in a better mood. The baby thing was tearing them apart. When was the last time he had seen his wife smile?
Veena got into the lift. It was a festival day, and the space was crammed with little children dressed in bright yellow clothes, wearing fancy peacock feather crowns, and carrying flutes. Janmashtami gave her the jitters. She kept her face down, refusing to socialize with anyone.
They had moved to this new apartment three months ago. The whole point of shifting had been to get away from the ruthless questioning by ‘well-wishers’.
“You have been married for ten years! Why no child yet?”
I huffed, puffed and panted up the hill, taking many rest breaks along the way. My calf muscles pained, my heart protested, and my breathing became heavy at one stage.
“Let’s turn back,” my husband remarked. We stood at the foot of Shravanbelagola – one of the most revered Jain pilgrimage centres. “We will not climb the hill,” he continued.
My husband and I were vacationing in Karnataka. It was the month of May, and even at the early hour of 8 am in the morning, the sun scorched our backs. After visiting Bangalore and Mysore, we had made a planned stop at this holy site in the Southern part of the state en route to Hosur. Even while planning our vacation, my husband was very excited at the prospect of visiting this place and the 18 m high statue of Lord Gometeshwara, considered one of the world’s tallest free-standing monolithic statues.
What we hadn’t bargained for was there would be 1001 granite steps that needed to be climbed to have a close-up view of this colossal magic three thousand feet above sea level on a hilltop. It would be an understatement to term it as an arduous climb.
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