The lady, decked in jewellery, with lipstick smashed on her lips, better put as across her lips, with talcum powder dabbed on her face, with mascara slashed across her eyelids, and wearing a rugged sari stared at me as I invaded her territory. That territory of hers was reserved for those who wanted a favor from her for which she was making all that effort to put on that appearance of being pleasing to their eye. She least expected a female like me to come there, least of all, to look at her and observe her. Her expression was that of surprise and annoyance. I was nonchalant.
There were many others like her, standing everywhere. I respected them. They were not different from us. There were just like us. Their purpose too, was the same as us. They were women after all. And all women had, practically, the same purpose- to have men looking at them, to seduce them. I saw nothing different about what they did and what we do. It was just that we did it in a more “dignified” way; they did it in a “socially unappreciable” way. What was the difference in seducing millions of men across the globe with vivacious moves and seducing ten men by wearing meager garments and dabbing powder on your face? Nothing. After all, in any way, you were seducing men. Your motive was common. Then why, was she looked down upon while they were epitomized? Why were their good deeds taken into consideration while theirs were ignored? Why was their love considered to be great while theirs was laughed at? Why was their care and affection considered to be false? Why was their anger ignored? Why were they thought to be emotionally raw? Why were they considered to be animals? It was our ignorance, our avoidance that made them raw. It was our irreproachability that made them raw. It was us who made them what they were.
There were many others like her, standing everywhere. I respected them. They were not different from us. There were just like us. Their purpose too, was the same as us. They were women after all. And all women had, practically, the same purpose- to have men looking at them, to seduce them. I saw nothing different about what they did and what we do. It was just that we did it in a more “dignified” way; they did it in a “socially unappreciable” way. What was the difference in seducing millions of men across the globe with vivacious moves and seducing ten men by wearing meager garments and dabbing powder on your face? Nothing. After all, in any way, you were seducing men. Your motive was common. Then why, was she looked down upon while they were epitomized? Why were their good deeds taken into consideration while theirs were ignored? Why was their love considered to be great while theirs was laughed at? Why was their care and affection considered to be false? Why was their anger ignored? Why were they thought to be emotionally raw? Why were they considered to be animals? It was our ignorance, our avoidance that made them raw. It was our irreproachability that made them raw. It was us who made them what they were.
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