Blog :Mirror Mirror On The Wall.... Who’s the mindless of ‘em all!?
Date: 5/27/2012 11:27:00 AM
She sat at the end of the bench. Shrivelled, small. She tried to take as little place as possible, not draw attention I suppose. Yet I saw her, I saw something beyond the dark curtains, which tried to conceal her. I couldn't see much, only her eyes. I wondered how she saw the world with her vision blurred by her 'watchmen'. Through the criss-cross net, I saw the dark brown eyes, which looked around the train. They were curious. I was wrong, they weren't timid. No! Not at all. They were alive, so bright. They shone with such intensity, such passion.
Her feet, clad in beautiful sandals, were the fortunate ones who could have the view of the world outside the curtains. They could breath, embellish themselves.
Maybe she saw me looking, maybe it was out of habit of concealing, or maybe it the idea of not revealing your outer self, which had been so deeply embedded in her existence that she simply tucked her feet in, inside the dark gorges of the under seat. Though I could not see face, and could barely see her eyes, but somehow I could sense her beauty.I was wrong again, she wasn't shriveled. Not at all. In fact, her aura was probably the strongest among all.
Sometimes, when my mind wanders, I begin to think of the woman of such beauty. Their life, their existence. They have been condemned to live their golden chance to experience the gift of god behind black drapes. They are forced to see life through dark obstructions, but sympathy is not something to be given to these ladies, because they are fighting their way through this jungle and making a life for themselves in this big bad world. Maybe they don't see the dark obstructions, maybe they see the bright lights which seem brighter thanks to those suckers.
Woman are strong, stronger than most of the creatures created on earth, they have been pushing a side the prejudices of society, of life, of religion, and winning in every sphere. There have been moments, when I have considered womanhood a punishment, for some unspeakable crime, but then I see the idiocy in my thoughts and revert to being a believer. I can quote examples of victories, of triumphs, of accomplishments of woman, but will they really matter? Its 2012 and if woman are still being subjected to such archaic practices, there really is little hope. But please note, I said little NOT no hope. We woman are strong. We fight. And we will fight.