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Because I love the Women in Me..

There are so many women achievers to count for us who have been an inspiration and role model for many of us. The list includes great women from our ancient history to those who have become achievers just this morning. Almost all of us would name a woman who has inspired us in life. I myself have remained influenced by the acts, life, and achievements of many women at different phases of my life. Yes, I had started with an assumption of being a great dancer when I had made my maiden moves on Shri Devi’s Nau Nau chudiyan song. Later, I remained influenced by Kalpana Chawala, Sushmita Sen, and Indira Nooyi also. My marriage made me look at my own mother as how she could manage a family life and workload in that much required balanced form and I became influenced by her too. But now, I feel I am a fan of my own self.

I am a housewife who had left job a few years back and could not join back after being indulged in marriage family life. I certainly would not recommend my name to a list of most talented housewives too. I keep my house the way I like. I often like a cupboard as messy as the one I keep at my house. I let the house decore be the way it automatically becomes. I do care about the hygiene and cleanliness but I never resort to shouting at anyone who is not in tune with the cleanliness rules that I follow. I often let the morning coffee mug remain on the center table beside the unfolded newspaper for the entire day. I can cook food that ranges from good to ok and to terrible also. In all that, I am an imperfect character. Despite this, I love myself. I know how to let go. I know that doing the same thing with a tag of adjustment is not even consoling while doing it with an aim of adaptation is much preferable. I laugh at my own flaws.

To me being women is a great virtue in itself and this why I never aspire to be a superwoman. I enjoy the morning view from my balcony every day and listen to the birds singing to me. I smile at my flaws and get on with my hope and effort of improvement. I am just not a part of this rat race where people look at each other like women in washing powder advertisement who remain surprised when the other woman is able to do her laundry better (Bhala iski safedi meri safedi se jyada kaise). I know I have a little life and my reason for happiness lies within me only. I never compare myself to any other women and not even think of losing my position at any place where I am one of the leads.

I often see women complaining that they have done a lot for others all their lives and they see no one caring for them in back. This does not mean I don’t love my family or I don’t care for things. This is just that I don’t want anyone else to remain responsible for my happiness. Well, I keep doing my part towards love and responsibilities but I also do my part for my own self. I hardly wait for someone to insist on going out for shopping as I plan and do it all myself for myself. I keep time for hobbies in the 24 hours I am blessed with. I have stopped complaining to anyone for anything that is not there for me. Instead, I have started praising all my efforts towards everything to whatsoever result it could lead. As I am happy from within, I am able to pass on shining smiles to everyone I meet and this has made me a comforting solution to my family and friends.
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