Viral photos of migrant female worker protryed as Goddesses are talk of nation.So true,the artist deserves great appreciation for this creation of his.

I among the million, zillion women walking on earth feel discomfort hailed as someone having close resemblance to Almighty. Why is this larger than life adjective poured on us? This gives me butterflies in my stomach. An accolade that seems more like an imposed responsibility.

This is a fact,God has shared with us the power of birthing lives. Not confined to humans( animals, birds ,molluscs all included). This is so impossible to be made in the most modern laboratories.

I accept we have the ability to keep correct head on shoulders in worst of situations. We can find ways of keeping hearts and heartbeats warm in winter deepness.

So much has been essayed on our adaptive nature. We easily adjust to new surroundings. From ancient ages girls leave their maternal homes and head towards an unknown life. Remember Sita who married Lord Rama and left mithila crying over her beloved daughter's departure.

Please do not categorise me as someone ranting feminism or anxious to lament her weaknesses here.

Whereas I believe we all, males, females and the other genders are just humans made differently by nature. We all have qualities that need to be explored and worked upon individually.

We women are as limited you all. We have our share of struggles that needn't be glamourised by profit-driven market. Not everytime we can live upto expectations. Not every woman can be PT Usha, Tarla Dalal,Kalpana Chawla. Allow us be mediocre sometimes.

Solutions for problems can't always be unearthed from our minds. Why can't a society accept a woman who keeps her room untidy like her male counterpart. 

Permit us celebrate our inconsistency like clouds. Clouds are sometimes cirrus, sometimes gray other times cotton balls. Yet admirable in every form.

Our desires can also once for a while cross fence of nurturing and think of being nurtured. We also need pamperations once in a blue moon.

This perfectionist tag hurled on us, is something that scares in weak moments of self-introspection.

We can never compare a ruby and a diamond. Leave behind their horoscopic importance . They both are beautiful in their own ways.

 Look easy,look hard for women around you. You shall find d my words in muteness on their faces ,asking for some respite.

We aim no greatness badge. We don't look forward to become Goddesses. But also, we don't desire our lives to be controlled. Leave us wild and see our wings soar heights independently.

We want freedom to follow our dreams. We too can breathe in premises of impatience. Apart from our emotional quotients so much about us stays untalked.

It's my request to humanity. Please stop overloading our nascent bodies and minds with huge responsibilities of changing every wrong to right. Everything dark to illumination.

Allow us be sketchy,be naive ,be someone who spends life simply as another human with limitations.