There’s no harm in listening in changing your ways. Remember that time moves forward and there’s a night to your day. You won’t live forever, always be there to guide. It’s time for you to listen and hear the other side. Do this and show you have strength and we’ll see that you’ve grown. It’sContinue reading “Confidence”
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Someone’s Story
“To the middle way that brought happiness to our home and our family.”
Microwave Madam.
Freedom
Freedom is a walk in the warmth of the sun, a fridge well stocked and dinner that’s already done.
Freedom is some time with nothing to do
but have coffee or chai in the evening with you.
A Little Piece of You
You give that little piece of you so I can have a little piece of me. A ME that I had lost for many years, submerged in chores, expectations, family support. And drudgery.
Pieces of Me
I pick up the pieces that I leave lying around. Pieces dusted daily, always visible. They’re a part of who I am.
No Need for Words
There’s no need for words
it’s all said in your deeds
kind and thoughtful or bitter and mean.
The relaxed happy in the lines of your face
or the cold calculating mask that’s taken it’s place.
Friends with ourselves
It’s really lovely to be offline and get away from the daily grind. No WhatsApp friends who won’t answer the phone, just the joyful silence that grows loud when we’re alone.
THE ONE | Man In The Kitchen
Exploring Patriarchy Chapter 31 –
You’ll see a man in the kitchen if you take the time to look,
home from work on time because he just loves to cook.
The power of shame (a quadrille)
This poem is a reblog from Paeansunpluggedblog – Drunk on malignant masculinity hunting in high-on-testosterene herds they weaponize women disrobing and gang-raping systematically silencing and shaming them….
Real Conversations | Something Wonderful
Exploring Patriarchy Chapter 30 –
There had been a time when the struggle with chores and gender roles took over every meeting or conversation that MM and her friends had. And finally, it got too much for MM so she began to cling to her hobbies for dear life. Letting friendships and WhatsApp-only communications cool or grow distant but holding on to friendships she treasured. Friends so dear that she was willing to listen. Willing to learn HOW to listen actually because the art of listening rarely is an innate skill with the human race.
And then, something wonderful happened!
