Battles and Wars

Each battle that we fight seems huge and heavy, impossible to win over and then we realize it was only a preparation for a bigger battle and so on. 

Every woman with a smiling face – cheerful smile, tired smile, bold and loud smile, shy smile, I-don’t-care smile, please-don’t-judge-me smile, cute and chirpy smile, scarred distorted smile, I-have-it-all-together smile, I-don’t-want-to-smile smile – each one is fighting a battle at any given moment. 

Someone is fighting with limited means to save a terminally ill sibling who is abandoned by in-laws. Someone is fighting to adjust with a flat-mate who gives her sleepless nights. Someone is fighting to find a suitable match desperately only to face disappointment. Someone is fighting to get out of a so-called perfect match. Someone is fighting her fears for her child’s safety within a whole family. Someone is fighting to raise a child alone. Someone is fighting to conceive a child. Someone is fighting to be heard. Someone is fighting the reminiscence of a bad childhood. 

And these are but just battles. 

The real war is that first thought that comes while reading the paragraph above – Judgements. Judgements that “Oh, this is a big struggle, hats off!” and “Oh, that one is not even a problem, what whiner!” Yeah, we do that all the time, almost like a knee-jerk reaction, don’t we?

The real war is that smile, coz ‘WOMEN’ are #expected to be pleasant. Period. 

P.S. Men, I have nothing against you. Just thinking about women at the moment.