I always looked for that damn word, “Sanity”
My mind went chumming few days in a month.
I always wondered, is it me or my mind that goes on a chumming spree?
My Appa used to say,
Careful with this Dino, she might eat you alive!
Well I thought I can invent some magical powers to digest people just by looking at them.
Damn me that’s when I realized how important it’s to read horror stories,
and people at home say
I don’t have to, because am one already!
Are you running this question in your mind,
“Meera, when and what the hell are you going to talk about, Being Woman?”
Worry not, I am one.
Am one with the Animal kingdom in me.
Ask me and slap me not why I spoke about sanitary napkins?
To me they are such a heaven,
Wait I meant my chumming days are a blissful one,
Thanks to the #RRXMM to bring this BlogHop,
Because I plan to share a secret,
Yes I can hop and jump and I love to in my those three days especially.
I have had people asking me,
are you a girl
Are you a woman?”
“How can you be so happy and in peace during your chumm-chumm days?”
By now family knew when to put few propsals in my life…
It was in one of those chumming days I learnt that,
“I am at my best!”
My mind and body were in synch.
The womanhood concept is proved but being human is understood.
Come let’s go on a flashback mode
I was questioned, if am a woman?
Because the little globules in my uterus gave way every month,
Well not to the tailed head!
Tailed head and the tiny globules tried uniting under all the circumstances.
- They did under natural conditions.
(That’s the worse, when we are asked by someone to perform our task of naagin dance on one particular syllabus days)
- They did under the laboratory conditions too.
They were forced to!
- What will the Gyn do, if we both as a couple nodded our head to the societal preconditional mindset of passing on the seed as the only legacy of “Married couple’s KRA!”
But that seed refused to be formed.
If seed had a mouth, it would have said,
“Will you both stop this and why not be in peace under the duvet than the calendar based dance show to make a seed?”
The globule looked at me and said,
“Let’s do a dinosaur dance.
That means, Oh you damn Human!
Don’t worry there are loads of people like you to take this human race further,
Why don’t you both stop the naagin dance and lead a DINK life for sometime.
(Double income no kids)”
We did for sometime.
I did speak about this in my post
Hell of Aspirations!
My dear, Women!
Please take a pause,
Yes, in the name of motherhood or being a woman are we forced to bring into this world another one creature wrapped in a Karma dress?
Do I sound “Harsh,” well I would ask you to tag me with something harsher than this word then!”
It’s one of those sanitary pad wearing days, a lightening struck.
I slapped a Lady with words for questioning me that,
“Being a Woman, I am incapable of bringing a child into this world?”
Can woman be like this to another person.
Yes, they can be!
Let alone the Men (not all men though), who are great performers as a background dancers!
In one of those painful Gyn visit moments,
My abdomen spoke to my brain. What did they speak?
“Abdomen: Do I really have to carry the next generation.
Brain: Yes! That’s what your family and society needs and expects!
Abdomen: Damn Human! Why does the life revolve around, only in this area after marriage.
Brain: Dammit, you can legally enjoy the benefits. May be you can enjoy the benefits like PF (playfully yours time, without permissions), HRA ( At Home resourcefully, yes at your home like feeling wherever and whenever you wish to)…
Abdomen: what about the LTA (Leave the Abdomen for somedays time)
Can I be given sometime to rest, Can I be given somedays to feel Nothing and that nothing is not a barren land, it’s just a request to be free from these instruments entering in the name of treatment!
Brain: Well Abdu, I can help you with the moods and hormones at the moment, ask the body and mind we belong to!
A pindrop silence
And the Heart said,
“Oh Abdomen! Run for the Sanitary pads, even this month you couldn’t perform the task as per the standard expectations….”
As my periods started,
My heart hugged my mind-body and said,
“Meera it’s okay not to carry, it’s okay to be a couple who love each other than the performance dance you are asked to do. Just flow like that blood throughout your body holding peace and moving-on attitude!”
And it’s a happy Dinosaur feet since that day.
This is my letter to all and those women, who are driven and forced with the beliefs that,
“Womanhood means, to be a Mutiplier machine to save the Damn Family name.
I would say, Please listen to your body and mind, it not only teaches us Human concepts, it does help us realise the Womanhood aspects in us.
And dear woman, menstrual hygiene is not only about body, it’s a mind game too. Being a woman let’s help another woman in this phase than questioning her mood swings!”
Motherhood is a beautiful journey, only when it’s not forced on someone.
These fictional conversations between the Abdu and Brain can be real too, to cause that resistance to move….
That day my heart spoke,
Spoke the truth
That reality which increased the strength between us to be together in all circumstances..
And I gave up all the treatments Midway…
A Midway in my life,
Which showed direction
As I chose to proceed in that direction..
A princess happened in our life,
Because it’s the “Time,” which knows when we need what in our life! Allow the time to do the job, because it gives us colours and hope!
For example, I can change the hour-hand to 10.00 AM but the reality is, Time is still not 10.00….
As we flowed with time, than rules written on the sand…
Happiness spoke that,
“Womanhood is happiness,
Womanhood is patience,
Womanhood is to ignore few woman,
“Womanhood” is, born within and not by the others!!”
I am a person, who loves to take a flight than taking a Fight.
I always felt flight is better when I get struck in a situation or with the people. (At times, because I don’t mind slapping too)
But always wonder what about me?
Can I run away from me?
Well that’s not possible!
Then you may ask me why then sanitary pad in the title?
Because, the sanitary pad not only supports me physically it gives me mental elasticity too!
My sanity lessons are born these days.
Whether it’s a sanitary pad or the menstrual cups, let’s embrace those few days every month. Because body does speak reality to you, it’s okay to slow down than running behind those mirages!
Womanhood to me is simple,
Be the sparrow in the morning,
Be an eagle in the afternoon
Be an Owl in the night,
And always remember,
There’s a dinosaur within, which is not an extincted animal but an animal that roars,
“Peace and to be in peace with self….”
How much does this post draw a relevance to you…
Well, you are best at it to answer. I would love to speak about equality or the injustice being met to us or those buds who are still blooming. But paused I, to allow others to take the stage. Sometimes womanhood is also about leaving stage for the others!
This is a series and I would be writing on this more….
Because, Womanhood is not an end,
It’s the beginning!
“This post is a part of ‘The Woman That I Am’ Blog Hop #TheWomanThatIAm organized by Rashi Roy and Manas Mukul #RRxMM. The Event is sponsored by Kraffitti.”
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