Tag: Women

Women’s Day : A Random Thought

There is a girl in every woman, waiting eagerly to be allowed, the freedom and happiness.

Some of us are fortunate to let the girl express, time after time, in exciting “simple things”; in the quietness of the woman’s “me time” ; in willing surrender; and in the moments of happy family and friend’s time.

The roles she adorn on a day-to-day basis, when nurtured with love, respect and factors of unconditional support, evolve her magnanimity wordlessly.

A chance is every woman’s desire.

I celebrate the woman who I am and I send love to women around the world.

Happy Women’s Day💕💐

© 2021, Deeya Nambiar

Very Woman

Silence prevailed.

 Accurate mind processed.

    “That’s not a very womanly thought.”

       I looked up inquisitively.

“Thoughts have gender?”

If so, man and woman

Each has another side.

                  Perception smiled.

                  Circumstances laughed.

                  “Offence not meant, or taken.”

Thoughts multiplied unnervingly.

Advocacy spiralled.

                “Oh my accurate mind, please spell,”

             Silence persuaded.

Copyright © 2017, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

 

Simple Wish of A Woman

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Women are women. The forwards on whatsapp, email and other social networking sites, have had a great deal of women-centric jokes and “respect women” messages.

That’s when I read a piece of news about a 100-year-old woman, who has fulfilled her wish to see the ocean, feel the sand and the sea recently. For Ruby Holt it was a wish of a lifetime.

She is one of the lucky few.

However, there are women around the globe, who may not have had an opportunity to fulfill their simple wishes. Life is defined differently for them. They work long; run their homes and rest to plan for the next day.

If asked, “do you have any wish?” the reply is predictable. “My wish is to see my children happy”. She is proud of her strength, and her ability to share her family responsibility. Everything that she does, she calls it her duty.

Such women hardly complain. I learnt it from my mother. And they find ways to keep themselves happy.

I recall a paragraph from Paulo Coelho’s “The Valkyries”…. I quote it from purely a woman’s point of view.

“She was a strong woman, although she appeared to be a weak one. She was a person who walked the path of love, regarding it as the only possible road to wisdom. A path where mysteries were revealed through surrender and forgiveness. She was seeing it with such clarity!”