• Published : 10 Apr, 2017
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It is a bright and sunny day. A couple of hours before sunset, the last bright rays of the sun streak in. She sits by her bay window, looking out at the garden, waiting, killing time till she has to go and attend the evening gala. It is an important day for her today. The day when the world will acknowledge her accomplishment, yet again! And she sits by her window, ready to face the world. Confidently.

Although, she wasn't always like this, she remembers. Growing up in a home where her parents’ loyalties always lay with her brother and in a society where everyone always made it look like it was something wrong to be born as a woman; she always thought she was lacking something because she was not the male of the species.

She has grown up seeing that it is the men who are considered superior. She has seen that it is her brother and not her, who is the apple of her parents’ eye. And her brother being a fair, sweet, intelligent boy has done nothing to ease her pain. If anything, her “Plain Jane” image has been as much responsible for her parents’ favouring her brother as much as her being the “daughter” and his being the “son.”

But why only blame her parents, she thinks now as she looks at her reflection. Weren’t her friends the same? Didn’t they too side-line her? And they didn’t even do it because she was a girl, for after all so were they; but they did it because she wasn’t as fair, or pretty or good looking as most of them. So ironically, they made her feel out of place because she wasn’t girl enough! And to add to her woes, she didn’t giggle like them on stupid jokes, she didn’t talk about boys, she didn’t try on make-up or heels in her teens like them, she read books when the other girls checked out the boys; and worst of all, she was friends with the best of the boys – the very same boys the other girls had crushes on!

Well, there was a reason she made friends with boys more than girls. They were less dramatic and they did not make her feel unwelcome. They were not mean either. In fact, they had no idea how to be spiteful or behave in a two-faced manner. And they treated her with respect. They understood and appreciated that she was well-read and they could turn to her for information. She wasn’t a threat to them, but a buddy who was cool to hang out with as well as a good listener when they (rarely) needed to rant. But little did they know that it was their being friends with her that made her an outcast among the girls.

She remembers now how she always craved to be part of a group of girls but was kept so far way, that she found it better to spend her time in the company of books than that of girls anyway. And this continued all through school and college; until she found a good friend towards her final year of college who was equally dorky and preferred to hang out with books rather than people. This girl continues to be her friend today although she is in another country and the only contact they have is through regular messages, Facebook and WhatsApp. She smiles as she remembers her friend fondly and thinks of the really short time they did spend together (one year, to be precise); and then both moved on.

As she sits there, she sees the roses blooming in her garden and wonders what was that turning point that made her realise that she was more than “merely a girl;” the time in her life when she felt that she could really do something that is important and can make a difference in the world; even if it was a small difference. And her mind zeroes down on the time she spent in post-graduate college where she met a friend. This friend was that pivotal person in her life, who made her do the things she never thought she would do and gave her the confidence that she so thoroughly lacked!

Her eyes well up as she thinks of this friend who has infused her life with happiness– the friend who has stood by her through thick and thin and never stopped being her friend even when she married him! She remembers when she had children, how he let her decide whether she wanted to work or stay at home. She remembers when she chose to stay at home how it was he who stood against the world and did not let them judge her.  

She remembers how he encouraged her to find her passion. How he encouraged her to write. She remembers how he would stay up late with her when she would struggle to find that perfect phrase, or help her out with the exact words she was looking for. She remembers all the sleepless nights she has spent and all the nights that she has kept him awake talking about her dreams, her stories, her writing!

She looks back how far she has come and remembers how if it wasn’t for him, she would never be what she is today and prays that every woman gets one such friend in her life who helps her realise her true worth. A friend who does not think of her in terms of a “mere woman” but in terms of someone who is a person that matters! And then she thinks what was it that really made her strive so hard to be what she was today? Was it others’ perception of her; or was it his belief in her?

She is still lost in thought when he taps her on the shoulder and she turns, looking up to see him behind her; and she thinks this is how it has always been – him standing behind her, all along!

“Ready?” he asks.

“I have butterflies in my stomach,” she says, smiling.

“What? Come on, it’s your fifth book!” he says taking her hand. “Don’t worry, they love you! You will be just fine,” he says looking into her eyes.

She smiles at him then, and her smile speaks volumes! It tells him all that she is grateful to him for; and then some, as together they leave for her book launch party.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Rashmi

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I am a devoted mum and an avid reader. When not engrossed in a book or attending to the whims of my spirited offspring, I indulge in creative writing and blogging. I was a lawyer once, long before I surrendered to motherhood and took up wri...

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