I am not at all empathetic to any woman who is like an Ammu in Thappad. She gets up early in that big house, makes customized tea for each, and takes one tea tray to her bedroom. She pulls the curtains aside to let the sun shine for her husband still in bed. She wakes him up. A hidden shot has to be she hands him a brush with toothpaste infused and romantically drags him to the washroom. Attending her in-laws and instructing the maid menu of the day, she moves to grocery shopping. Comes back and continues other mundane routines. She is a lucky girl. Got married to a prestigious family, own a loving husband, caring in-laws, and apparently, no bends on the road. Why can’t she ignore that thappad(slap)? Wasn’t it impulsive? Wasn’t it normal? How fiercely she embraces her Buddha moment!

I don’t want any woman in the world to undergo a thappad process to relook at themselves in the mirror. I want a paradigm shift in their insides. A lot of them seek heaven on earth by serving others all the time. Many forget to live juggling roles. For some, it’s a conscious choice to lead a comfy life indoors. But when a crisis comes in the family, none of their sweet services will be counted but worthlessness. Even if some women earn, they let the family crew crush their self-worth. Ensuring women domesticated is a winning political strategy in homes.

I wish equal brains for women to question injustices and safeguard their beautiful personas. Sharing is caring. Most men have special entertainment zones out of their homes. Even women have. I am worried about those trapped in between. Victims of social conditioning who never release themselves from this mandatory two-column riddle –roles and responsibilities. I wish they could be cage-free. If there is no fire in your belly, don't wait for a rescue boat.

Don’t ever be guilty of self-indulgence. Stay away from justifications. There’s no pleasure in the world that’s not yours. Explore, there is no conscious second birth.
Preserve that real ‘she’ in you happy and content❤️