A friend wished me for Women’s day today she said I have much a part to play in the celebration, and it took me down a trail of thoughts,
“I am every women who came before me”
I am my mother’s rage, my granny’s wit and my aunt’s will to give it my all. Hands of whom I’ve held growing up, hands with wrinkles of age now, hands strong from all the daily forging, just so that I could keep warm, just so that I could keep the fire in me.
A friend once said, “Mothers stand still so that they can see how far their daughters have gone”, and I know now, it’s as true for sons as it is for daughters.
A lot of me has a lot to do with them, I always end my calls with a “seri paaru”, cause that’s how Chithi did it. My mind’s a gift, wrapped and passed on by granny, And mom, the one who stood still for me, meri jaan, meri jannath.
Thanks to age, I had more people pour into my cup, Anj’s way of saying Saranghaeyo, akka’s way of dealing with loss, and more such nectar from the goddesses themselves!
“I am every women who came before me” and a friend, a women made me realise it.
Auf wiedersehen!