Let's put back together with the sky that we broke in halves, let's mix the strength of black and the softness of pink colours and paint our skies with that colour, let's fuse together the "tik-tok tik-tok" of heels and the thumping of the shoes.

let's fuse together the sounds of banging of the vessels at the kitchen and the clanging of the keyboard at the office, let's create a home where from the first lady freedom fighter to the last man freedom fighter we remember everybody's name let's join together the strength of his hands with tender hands of hers. 

let's create a home where everybody can sit together and have lunch together, let's create a home where our skies are not divided into two, where light is seen as a way to shine on his success, while darkness crepe's over her success, let's create a home where even the mighty sun can fuse together with the beauty of the moon and make an irreplaceable bond, where the moustache is not overpowered on that soft fluttery hair, where cricket is not seen as a sport of man but a sport for her too

Let's create a home where we (him) (her) can dance under the moonlight together and get up the next morning to walk hand in hand. Let's create a home for (her) and not a battlefield.

PATRIARCHY

As your hands caressed in mine, and you slept there like a little baby in her mother’s arms, as those pearls of dejection flowed through my eyes and drop down on your soft cheeks. I thought like every other time you would get up again and wipe of those tears but you didn’t, the strangled sign of the rope on your neck had made all the difference.

Although being your better-half I wasn’t still able to figure out why you took the step you took, why did you have to commit suicide, why did you leave me hanging her on a rope all alone. I have so many regrets and only regrets and I don’t know how this hollowness in my heart will be filled with you gone.

You know it’s very hard to live as a woman in a world dominated by a man making it look like they and we are walking hand in hand and making this world run together. I was just a mediocre girl who used to be known by “aacha uski bandi hai” but with you gone now,

I suddenly have mustered all the limelight, everybody is looking out at me with their eagle’s eye, suddenly everybody has started blaming me for your suicide, most of them don’t even know what you were like as a person, as a human being.

I guess it’s easy to point fingers at me because  I a am girl, the easiest of the targets.

Thousands of men gawking at me, people looking at me snatching my pride, my dignity, my name as if I am some “MCDONALDS’ HAPPY MEAL”

But I have only question to ask the country where females are worshipped, where banners are and slogans are shouted in the name of women, where did this all go away when those people were eating me up, my pride, my identity.

Where was all this sown, where was everybody, when I needed them the most.

Patriarchy is the most simple words can be defined as when the heels are smashed off by the shoes when the pant-suit leads the world instead of shalwar-kameez dupatta. A society when governed by men is called patriarchy.

THE DUPATTA AND THE TIE

Once upon a time, two cuties named ‘DUPATTA’ and the “TIE” fell in love, like every other story they too had their romantic moments, dates and the lovely memories. One day after coming back to home because (obviously men are supposed to work) and (women to wait for their beloved husband to come home).

The dupatta asked the tie:

“I GOT AN OFFER LETTER FROM THIS FIRM THAT HAS BEEN MY DREAM SINCE TIME IMMEMORIAL, with your permission can I go and work there”

The tie replied:

“OH NO WHAT WILL THE SOCIETY THINK, LET ALONE THAT YOU ARE SUCH A SOFT, TENDER CLOTH MATERIAL, YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO SURVIVE THERE.”

AND ANYWAYS DUPATTA ARE SUPPOSED TO REMAIN AT HOME AND GET STUCK WITH SOME GUY’S WATCH, YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO GO OUT THERE AND WORK THAT’S IT”

Isn’t it ironical that at one hand we say the dupatta is the symbol of strength, courage and on the other hand we don’t give that dupatta the opportunity it deserves because this world was always run by with ties and it always will.

THE QUESTION?

We have been made promises of how we will excel, grow but then why is it that every time our seed of success is sown and it about to be reaped that it is cut down from within its roots?

We don’t ask for anything more but all we ask for is equality, for that one flower to be grown fully and to be bloomed, to be the sunflower in the garden of roses, to be the epitome of strength and not a weakness to be valued just as everything in this worlds is.

To be the black widow in the team avengers, the wonder woman in justice league.

Well, even the avenger’s wouldn’t have won without black widow, this world wouldn’t have existed if it weren’t we and you still wanna compete us.