My Piece for the day

This one is for the happy-go-lucky girl we all end up losing in our bids to be the so-called "good women".  Honestly, as a daughter maine kabhi patriarchy feel hi nahin ki thi. Main to bhaiya se rakhi bhi bandhwati thi. Ulta being the youngest kid in the house, I was the most pampered child.  But an year into marriage, I am amazed at the endless list of patriarchal patterns I never saw coming until I realised how secondary a woman's position is. And the strangest thing is my husband and my male seniors are actually the ones with whom I have been able to get my point across without offending them. For the many women I used to admire, adjustment and two days of silent visits are a go to advice.  I used to smile jab humare domestic help paani peeke humesha bolte the badia badia naukri lge, humesha khush rahe;  ab to Aashirwad mein bhi sirf pati ki lambi umr ki baat hoti h. And the moment a women speaks up for herself she becomes anti-men.  Honestly, the...

On days I only had enough strength to eat a bite, I have often managed to put food on the table. I know I have a good life and I am thankful but as I bid bye to the most enriching yet one of the most testing year of my life, I think I have also grown tired of people telling me to change who I am.  In 2024, I had an expectation problem. In 2025, I needed thicker skin & apparently resilience. In case, anyone feels offended be my guest, but just don't bother me with your crap.  Everyone has their flaws and honestly I am okayish with my tears, for they are also my superpower. Because even when I hate it I am usually one of the empaths in a room, and I think yesterday reminded that isn't so bad.  You know what, I was 13 since I learnt I cry too easy, probably at the drop of a hat. And in all these fucking years, I have never seen someone tell a bully to be sensitive but only seen the so called well wishers telling sensitive people to be thick skinned.   Gu...

Have you ever felt like you want the freedom to feel pain? I wish to go on a vacation not to catch a sunset but to sit aloof without worrying about getting ready for work, with no one to judge my tears, no one to show up for. I want the luxury to sit in silence and cry on a shoulder until my eyes run out of pain. I want to take a break without the fear that the world may pass over. Have you ever run out of love? I sometimes feel the lack of love to the point I genuinely don't want someone to care, for it becomes another obligation, another reason I should be grateful. I don't know how to not show up even though my own heart needs repair. Maybe it is my own fault as I hate conflict and sometimes it can be a task to not be a people pleaser.  Sometimes you simply don't have it in you to be happy for them because there is a part of you that still grieves all that you never got. Sometimes people who love us do everything in their power yet you can't help your feelings. You k...