Its an interesting journey to become a woman from a girl.. Not only she goes through the physical changes; a lot more changes about the way her capacity increases incredibly.
And the way our society is helps her way to that achievement. Say a boon or a curse, a woman has an incredible capacity of storage. No wonder how much she can assimilate of what she goes through everyday and you’d not have even the slightest hint of it.
I have unknowingly embarked on this journey, which I realized only today. Everyone is alone in this journey called life, they say. The journey to become woman is also an alone one, and a tough one too.
As a girl, one really doesn’t think about others. But as you’re taught to think about others and keep in mind about the societal ways, shit happens. You begin to mind the societal ways and start losing your own.
Becoming a woman is like having injections pierced every single day and night. It is through the pain of holding on for a little, that a woman evolves.
She goes on encouraging others all day long, encouraging other women to hold on a little, comforting them in their struggle.. but at the dusk, she has to face with her own personal demons. At that time, there’s no one to comfort her, there’s no one to encourage her to hold on a little. She caresses her own head and holds her own hand. She tells to herself she can be her own saviour and that she, doesn’t require a he.
She passes that moment of storm in these false or superficial words of comfort. A woman is the most flexible thing in the world. She can bend and stretch or shrink to adjust. She bends to the wishes of others and stretchs herself to accomodate everyone’s heart. She shrinks to adjust her wishes in a small space. And her enormous capacity can accommodate everything, all the words, those staring eyes, comments, failed attempts and loneliness.
No amount of woman empowerment can bring out the actual voice of feelings of a woman. She leaks every now and then, because no container in this world has infinite capacity. A woman needs an outlet too. No voice can express intricately what actually a woman feels and what demons she goes through.
Becoming a woman is losing this voice. She gradually kills this need of voicing her feelings after repeated attempts, which went unheard. A woman gets tired too. She can’t understand each and everyone. She finds it better to store the feelings away than to express and get nothing in return.
Some movies mock that its difficult to understand a woman. It is true. Not even a woman can understand another woman. Each woman has a unique journey which only she can understand.
But no one ever focused that it was pretty easy when she was a girl. Your ignorance turned her into a stone woman, who killed herself inside day by day, needle by needle… Holding on little every day, she builds herself hard like an ingot straight from a furnace. Because no one wants to work upon the raw ore, everyone wants to use the ingot from it.
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