Photo Courtesy: www.nature.com I have a hunch. A solid one. Something which others don’t believe. Something which most of the times, even I don’t believe. But it’s proved its existence once too many times. Especially, when things are about to go south, when things don’t seem just right, when things are not going to work out in the long run. Like a conversation that feels slightly off, a decision that carries a weight I can’t explain, a circumstance which looks fine on the surface but doesn’t feel right underneath. It’s like the Murphy’s law is embedded within me – thinking of possibilities of things that could go wrong based on subtle but clear patterns – at the subconscious level. Nothing concrete to argue about. Just enough to notice and worry about. How does this guide me through life? It prompts. It nudges. Sometimes, it insists. I mention it casually to others, almost testing it out loud, and they dismiss it like it’s nothing. I let their certainty override mine. It feels...
Make me a man for a week , Let me feel what Freedom feels. Let me have guilt-free rough hands and hairy legs, Let my grooming tools be scissors and blades. Make me a man for a week, For there is only one life and here I am - a woman. Not ever knowing what dominance feels like, Nor having a natural right to call the shots. And if it can't be done on this earth, Then make a man in Heaven. And bestow upon me wisdom, Like you did on the first man Adam. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for women. But haven't we seen and been through so much agony! If only I got to be a man for a change, I'd know how carefree life can be!