I complain about my life

Are you holding a grudge? About?

There is no one in this world who would not be angry with someone or something. But I am angry with my life. I know that one should not be angry with life. Because your life is your own and it has your dreams and your happiness. You have your relatives, you have your family. But sometimes the circumstances force me to such an extent that I am unable to understand anything.

I am a woman, and being a woman is a boon from God. But sometimes this boon also seems like a curse to me, when I am unable to live up to the standards of others even after working hard all day.

A woman’s loneliness, unlike a man,

A woman’s home, love and caste, no one can tell her about her own land. After marriage, even a woman’s father’s house becomes alien. Then when she has to listen to taunts in her in-laws’ house, she does not understand which house is her own.
How does a woman establish and exile herself at the same time in her imagination?No one has ever tried to read a woman’s mind beyond the geography of her body. The boiling history within her spends her entire life sitting on the threshold of her silence, waiting for words.

But then when I think about myself with a calm mind, I think that perhaps this is the rule of nature. A woman can be compared to nature. Nature also gives us a lot but what do we give it in return? We play with it whenever we want. And the epitome of tolerance endures all this, and then when nature shows us its fierce form, even Gods tremble in front of it. Similarly, when a woman decides what she has to do, then no one can stand before her. Thinking this, I consider myself great. Because after all, I have given birth to this male-dominated society that harasses me. Then why should I have enmity with them? There must have been something lacking in my upbringing.


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