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The constant juggle and rush in life has got me thinking, how do we have it all in perfection?
I have been wondering with this thought every time. As I complete my 5th year of marriage and 3.5 years of motherhood, I look back and see how life has changed. I was married at 24.5 , soon after my posy graduation in law from a top ranked university. My husband has been an achiever and continues to be.. academics was my arena more than litigation. I soon joined as an Assistant Professor (law) and after a year and half, we were blessed with a baby girl.
Eight months later, I registered for my PhD , and currently in my final year. I was also blessed with fellowship for my PhD to go abroad, and as a family, we traveled.
And on my career front, I was fortunate to hold certain prominent positions. But as I am turning 30 next year, I was wondering, am I happy? Am I at peace? We are away from our family and we are trying to put a balance to life. And is a threshold against which we are measuring .
Or am I just tired..stressed..exhausted from the achiever we are.
Can a women be:
A. Mom to a toddler
B. Wife
C. Research scholar
D. Professor
E. Human
And yet retain sanity? The constant juggle and rush in life has got me thinking, how do we have it all in perfection?
I wish to know. And I wish to hear.
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Can you believe this bloke compelled me to wear only saris - full time at home- till the eighth month of my pregnancy?! The excessive heat coupled with humidity made my life miserable.
Recently when I browsed an interesting post by a fellow author on this very forum I had a sense of déjà vu. She describes the absolutely unnecessary hullabaloo over ladies donning nighties and /or dupatta –less suits.
I wish to narrate how I was in dire straits so far wearing a ‘nightie’ was concerned.
I lived in my ultra orthodox sasural under constant surveillance of two moral guardians (read Taliban) in the shape of the husband’s mom and dad. The mom was unschooled and dim-witted while the dad was a medical practitioner. But he out-Heroded the Herod in orthodoxy.
Her mother pulled her hand and made her sit on the bed. “How can you behave like nothing happened, dear? Your whole life is ruined now!”
Trigger Warning: Implications of rape and assault and suicidal ideation.
“Come with me, my love.” His charming smile and mesmerizing eyes would lead anyone to walk behind him. She was different. “You need me Sirisha,” he was desperate.
“I said, get out,” she stood stubbornly.
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