So here I am again with a stir, explosion, and zeal to get back to my Passion, my hobby.
Wishing you all a wonderful 2019, may this year bring all the love and health to each one of you
2018 was a great year, gave me a lot both in length and breadth that I actually have put on 3 kgs weight extra learned lessons, met new people, explored places and had amazing food throughout the year apart from slogging those asses which at times couldn’t fit in some seats.
Whilst all this was happening, I was also thinking about the ones who are single; I actually was trying to understand what a Single Woman thinks. Single doesn’t just mean one who isn’t married (it’s a myth which is sure we all have created) and Pregnant can’t be one who is only married or giving birth to a baby, as even the Cambridge Dictionary Says - filled with meaning or importance that has not yet been expressed or understood.
I travel alone many a times, I eat alone a lot of times however I am definitely not alone mentally since there are 1000 thoughts which rushes my mind and am sure every woman is the same because I feel - A busy, vibrant, goal-oriented woman is so much more attractive than a woman who waits around for someone to validate her existence.” I completely agree with this thought, as it’s not about just taking a stand on being the Women Empowerment Clan always, but genuinely women can’t ever be doing a single task at one point of time nor she has limitations for the same.
One day I just came across a lady who is in her early 30’s short, beautiful and intelligent, I met her in train whilst I was traveling back to Jaipur from Mumbai all alone, completely tired. She was with this gang of J J Arts college students who were coming on a Cultural trip to Jaipur and Jaisalmer as they all were pursuing some course in Interior and Fashion Designing. There were around 30 students and these were 3 teachers, but she seemed favourite of all. Post settling down, we exchanged formal smiles and a bit of conversation struck when we realised we both are Gujju’s, it was like two lost sisters meeting after a long time (pun intended). Was kind of noticing her, between the lines I understood she had just undergone a divorce process and was trying to fly with those healing wings as she lost the custody of her daughter as well. She was trying to talk to students who were in the early 20’s about their love life, teasing each other and eating the food. In all this I could still notice her eyes which were holding tears, probably she had thoughts of her young daughter who would also reach this teenage and will need someone to confide upon. She wouldn’t be there for her, as for how much ever its said Daughters are dad’s princess, a mother is that strong pillar which doesn’t allow her to fall weak.
That night when I reached Jaipur, something inside me questioned, isn’t every woman, every single minute trying to think about what’s that she can do better, what is that will make her stand apart from the millions other strong women. Post on boarding the cab from station, it was a shared one, so I had to pick up one more co –traveller, soon we reached the destination, there she was standing – a dark female (no body or colour shaming at all I mean), a bit healthy, wearing a dark red lipstick and a white halter neck dress which was more revealing and less fitting. In early 20’s, who was on her phone with all those Lingos, unapologetically loud and unbothered about her language and slang. The driver increased the volume of the music so that her so called “lingo and slangs” are unheard, as soon as this happened she leashed on the cabby so rudely, I had to intervene as she was probably drunk as well. She thought she would get away by speaking English and leash the cabby. Suddenly in another 5 min, she started sobbing like a small child. Both me and cabby looked at each other, thinking it was because of us and people who have been Jaipur, the railway station is in one corner of the city almost 10 odd kms we had to travel. The cabby stopped the car to offer her water but she was such a spoiled brat who wasn’t ready to listen. Slowly she calmed, i then asked if she is ok, she clung on to me like a baby and started sobbing, that’s when I realised she was not just drunk but had doped too, was stinking but couldn’t put her away. Then once she calmed and was sober, we stopped near a small chai tapir to offer her coffee, that’s where she unfolded, her so called boyfriend had dumped her for a sexy woman, her grades weren’t that great and above all she had come to Jaipur only for her idiot man who is completely cheating on her for the last 6 months being with and wooing other women. I chose not to advise her or even console her, because this definitely is a story of every other girl these days, the only thing which made me talk to her was the reason why she was dumped – Because she was Fat (as per the selfish man), dark and leech. We moved from there, the whole journey though I didn’t wish I was forced to think, what was she going through, she might be shattered, she might have lost all her confidence and so on. Suddenly I had to hold back as her drop point came, she got down still with those wet eyes, spread mascara, we were just about to leave she said “Thank you Di, for supporting”, couldn’t face her nor answer her, just said – No worries, take care and sleep well. For another 15 minutes, till I reached my hostel, I had a tsunami of thoughts of what would she be doing, will she sleep, will she cry or again start calling her man and convince him to be back.
Reaching to my room, seeing my roomies was all happy and forgot the past 23 hours of the journey for some time, chit chat, gossips of 10 days and discussing about the things which is missed about PG got me engrossed as I had a lot to catch up. After all this when I went to lay down, I was almost feeling Pregnant in my mind, so many thoughts, 2 experiences in 24 hours was just something which really made me feel – Women is not just a bundle of mysteries but she is always trying to create, recreate, weave and revive the thoughts – which at the end gives birth to a new path, new roads and of course NEW HER – Proud to get “Pregnant” with such beautiful thoughts and recreating myself and being a SINGLE MOTHER for many successful achievement.
By
Nidhi Mehta
Mumbai, India
Very truly said abt female...well narrated
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