This morning I was in my flatmate’s room and saw the wonderful wall designs she has recently put up. I found the room tastefully decorated and personalized, with a lot of pictures of hers and twinkling electric lights. With its warm curtains, the room had a feminine touch to it.
Which made me go down the winding lanes of thoughts, where I was seeking the beauty of being a woman.
A woman decorates: herself and her surroundings. A good part of a woman’s day might go into grooming herself. She wants to pick the right dress, the right color, the right make-up, the right hair-do: All in order to add a perceived sense of beauty about her being. She does not limit it to herself: she also cleans her surroundings, buys pieces of art to decorate, works on DIY project.
She also like to cook the tastiest of food. She picks the fresh vegetables, finds the right spice to go in the right food and weaves magic in the kitchen.
She also focuses on the people around her. She wants her parents to be happy, her siblings to be happy, her boyfriend/husband to be happy, her children to be happy. She finds her happiness in being around people, in others’ happiness. She wants to stay connected to the thick pulses of happiness that flows when people are content.
She travels the world: she sees the mountains and reflects on the serenity of life; she sees the oceans and reflects on the constant flow of life. She watches the tall city-scapes that the generations have built and wonders how on a minute place in the universe, on Planet Earth, such a sophisticated life form – Homo sapiens – came to exist.
She also works in a typically man’s world. She challenges ideas, she argues, she confidently puts forth her point of view. She leads teams of people, nurtures them, wants them to grow with her.
Sometimes, she had bad days too. Her blue days. Her red days. Her blackest of days. Days when she does not want to smile, does not want to make others smile. Days when she looks out the window, into the trees where the squirrels run, and wishes she could just transform into one of them and live a carefree life for the rest of her days.
Today is one of the good days. Today, a girl is happy. Today, a woman is happy. Today, a daughter is happy. Today, a mother is happy. A sister, a lover, a wife. Happy.
Today is a good day.
Here’s to the beauty of womanhood and all the challenges it entails. Because it’s worth it.
(c) 2017 Arpita Pramanick