The Married Feminist
Scary as the COVID-19 pandemic is, given the fatalities across the world, and its rapid spread, it is a wake-up call if anything.
The best of relationships have visible cracks where they’ve been shattered and painstakingly put back into place, piece by piece.
Tell your son why a boy can play doll, and a girl can be a wrestler. About why both sexes are different and yet equal. That being tough is fine and being gentle is fine.
Who hasn’t looked upon the Pieta by Michelangelo and wept? Perhaps this is why so many of us identify so strongly with Mary—her suffering is real and palpable. It is the suffering of every woman, across the world, who has given birth, raised a child.
This Diwali, we need to find what we’ve lost along the way in the search of convenience, writes Kiran Manral in The Married Feminist this week.
If we are going to be women seizing the day, and holding up half the sky and promoting gender equality at the workspace, the first thing we need to be doing is to consciously and carefully learn to put ourselves first.
This fraying of the social fabric towards unapologetic rudeness seems to be universal, across countries, across continents. I wonder, are we irrefutably now in the Age of Rudeness.
What #SareeTwitter has done, is to renew my resolution to wear more sarees. The saree, I realize, is always more than just an everyday garment. A saree is an identity, a comfort, a statement, a growing into, writes Kiran Manral.
“There is always hope against hope, that someday the doorbell will ring, and standing outside, older, diminished but with that same twinkle in his eyes, that same lopsided grin, will be my father, ready to catch up on what I’ve been doing with my days, my weeks, my months, my years, while he’s been gone,” writes author Kiran Manral.
“Somewhere between Atishi and Pragya is where the Indian electorate lies, and the message couldn’t have been starker. The divide in the perception of what the electorate wants and what the electorate will actually vote for is now clear,” write Kiran Manral in this week’s The Married Feminist.
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