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A confident woman today is enough for herself, and no man should dare to presume that she needs him to "be a man" for her. Then why do men take their 'protector' role for granted?
A confident woman today is enough for herself, and no man should dare to presume that she needs him to “be a man” for her. Then why do men take their ‘protector’ role for granted?
On a road less travelled, a road that I had taken
I met a fellow Traveller, hidden feelings he did awaken.
We looked at each other, wary and cautious at first
Then loneliness ebbed away, we smiled, tentatively trust.
“What brings you to these parts, they are off the beaten track?” said he.
“I came to find myself, discover my being” replied a proud me.
“So fellow Traveller, dare to join hands and walk?” he proposed
“Why not!” said I out aloud. But, a condition I imposed.
“We walk together, you and me, a common path for sure
But, be warned that I follow the beat of my own core.
I answer to myself, my belief is myself is strong
So, I do not need a man, nay; to tell me right from wrong.
Bewildered he looked at me; I could see that he was shaken
My femininity had led to a premise he made; he was mistaken.
“I can take care of you” he said; cleave a path for you in the crowd
I can protect you; my masculinity shall be your shroud.
“I am stronger, I am better at taking charge on the go
You can comply with my wish, no need for your feminist to show”.
I levelled my gaze at him, sought out his very soul
I said “I am strong, I am enough; dependence is not my goal.
I seek a companion, a confidant, a friend of mind akin.
For I have the fortitude to be enough in my own skin.
What you see as weakness my friend, is a fire-honed shine
Other than that my friend, I’m complete alone, I’m fine!
A version of this was first published here.
Image source: a still from the movie Aamhi Doghi
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As parents, we put a piece of our hearts out into this world and into the custody of the teachers at school and tuition and can only hope and pray that they treat them well.
Trigger Warning: This speaks of physical and emotional violence by teachers, caste based abuse, and contains some graphic details, and may be triggering for survivors.
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“Sania Mirza breaks down in tears while recalling glorious career after defeat in Grand Slam’
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