Not for the first time, they gathered together to talk about their lives.There were only two other people around,and they were engrossed in their own conversation.So the women poured their hearts out and shared shared misery and helplessness.It seemed as if the world was conspiring against them.Happiness was eluding them on a daily basis.No one could be trusted.One could never differentiate between words spoken sincerely or with malice.Life had become a series of betrayals,broken promises and disappointments.Reality was almost unbearable.There was nothing to look forward to;to help sustain oneself,to move on.Such drudgery.All they could do was to hope their tight-knit circle would stay the same,helping each other survive the hard times. Inshallah.
Today, I got a chance to behold the changing art scene in my country, on attending a film festival of sorts.Filmmakers seem to be reacting to the noise on and off celluloid, through mostly silent creations.I list a few of my favourites here: A Beast Called Beauty - directed by Aakanksha Chitkara Maybe because I am a woman living at a time when India is renowned for objectification of and heinous crimes against women, this documentary film struck me the most and inspired this post.The film voices the common woes of our sex racked by the rigid concepts of beauty set by the society; a situation only worsened by the marketing techniques of fairness creams and other beauty products.However,the movie ends on a happy note, with the featured females professing to have realised that they have accepted who they are, and are content with themselves.I hope every girl out there does the same. In case your interest is piqued, here is the link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5M1kI5FNz_g ...
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