An eleven mile Rick ride repaved my way back to my most revered spot. I've always enjoyed my incoherent musings while on a long journey. This is one was special too. Winters solstice was just the right recipe, to add to my rumination was my beautiful city and its glitz and galore. "Traffic" a cliché now for a change, was more a background score to my muse. To top it all every signal junction we stopped, strange faces peeked in to check out the passenger inside the hired ride, they all wore puzzled looks on their face, end of day fatigue creating numerous freckles on their forehead. Unknown emotions on those strangers' faces triggered an inevitable series of disconnected ramblings in my mind. Perfect Recipe for a write a up.
The last scene I saw of a small girl must be aged 3 or 4 being paraded on her dad's strong shoulders in busy bustle of a shopping avenue. She is totally bemused at the endless array of evening's glitter, her big black dove of an eye hardly blinked in amazement and that pretty pink mouth which babbled every minute was just open with dazzle showing her tiny winy teeth. That naive innocence, bedazzled happiness a mixture of emotions, on that child's face hauled me back to my yester years.
My upbringing as a child must have been quite challenging to my parents. Nevertheless I cherish those happy days of my life everyday now. I was always taught as child, that any luxury was affordable; all I needed to do was to earn it. To earn it I had to study, if I studied well, I would get a good job. If I got a good job, I will earn well. If I do earn, I can afford any luxury. Simple Isn't it. Well, that was Dad's formula, mere bait for me to study that's the way he coaxed me to get serious about my education. That simple formula makes me laugh at my naivety then, though it's very true. My Dad once a young man, whose bright eyes sparkled intelligence, his strong shoulders never felt a pain as he paraded me around while I watched the wild world from the elevation of his proud shoulders in bewildered wonder.
Now the same man with pale skin, dark circled gloomy eyes, strained sight and drooped strength less shoulders yearns my home coming. Age devoured his youth and intelligence.I learned to afford luxury but failed to earn compassion and love with it. Not only to earn them but to share these virtues thoughtfully with those whom I belonged to. Nevertheless, deep-rooted malady of a culture had taught me some which I diligently practice while I don't preach. Most of my teenage passed in a thirsty swig and hunger to seek knowledge. As an adult today, between loads of insecurity and fear of being a single woman, I still stand ground in my own way. Did I say single woman? Yes I did. I believed, that gone are those days when the petite world of people exclaimed at a woman's unhitched status or not being in the sanctum sanctity of holy matrimony.
But very unfortunate of us, those arduous roots of culture are so deep seeded. I doubt we'll ever overcome it. Everybody has the right to opine which I respect. It is very humane to feel so or think so. It's nice to have an opinion about everything and everybody whether it's relevant or irrelevant to you. I feel it takes some burden off you. Makes you feel better than the other person. What the hell, it's just an opinion isn't it? Once in while making irrelevant irresponsible statements about anything and everything is acceptable. Being judgmental is natural. Nobody takes offense to it. Is there a reason for everything you chatter? However rational or irrational, objective or subjective, logical or illogical, current or history, relevant or irrelevant, relative or none, It is Freedom of speech. It is free!
However, we all miserably fail to understand, a young woman's (or even man's) decision to stay single. We always try to find malign in her/his decision more so in a case of a woman. We try to assume more than we understand. As free as we wish to speak our mind, comment, assume, and judge. We also take liberty to argue, debate, psychoanalyze, and even fight about why, how, when, what of her/his single status. Whether or not she/he needs it;
Closer look at the world around would teach us that not everything here exists for/with a purpose. May be or May Not be. I believe that there need not be reason to your action, but result of your action will lead you to the absolute reason. Some know it and some will realize in time. Whether he/she decides to be single or not is an individual's decision which I respect and I expect the same in return. I belong to this niche world which firmly believes in the certainty of gray rather than uncertain colors, with all these complexities, be it a Man or Woman, all one needs is to be Free. Free to be who they want to be and how they want to be.
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