What a thing to say about a woman who killed herself not too long ago. What a thing to say about a woman whose family cannot stop grieving. My experience of growing old has been that the more life throws at you, the better equipped you are to see that not everything is clear as day, not everyone has easy lives, and not everyone gives up easily. How dare you insinuate, Mrs. Hema Malini, that Pratyusha gave up easily? How much do you know about her life or her struggles?
I've been trawling social media this year to find the most abhorrent things people do on Women's Day. Every year, it becomes about roses, discounts at spas, offers on oil and <em>atta</em>, and huge sales at clothes shops. Every year it becomes the exact thing it ran from--greedy capitalism co-opting a fiercely anti-establishment movement. So much so that almost everyone's forgotten why we are celebrating it. Here are this year's top three winners of Women's Day Stupidity.
I remember longing for tenderness when I was given tough love, I remember longing to be treated, held and comforted like a child when I was given silent support. If you look at the above two statements, you'll see I was given love and support, except it wasn't the kind I needed. I didn't know how to articulate it then and my family didn't know what I needed. A complete breakdown of communication ensued and no one got any support.