The Strong Woman

There she was, a strong woman.
She smiled like a fairy
And laughed like a child.
She looked strict and stern
Yet she was gentle, calm and kind.

There she was, a strong woman.
But she was not immune to pain.
She could not conceal it
But she endured it.
She went on, but would not reveal it.

There she was, a strong woman.
In a world where everyone was resisting and quitting
Hers was one brave, brave battle.
Nobody knew why she was fighting
Neither what kept her moving…

There she was, a strong woman.
Nobody knew of her struggles
But she and she alone.
Her strength lay in her silence.
There she was, one of the strongest women I’d known.


Unconditional love

She missed him so much it hurt. For her, he was hope, love, happiness and courage. She did not know how they were related and she wanted it to be the same way. It hardly mattered because she loved him and that was enough.

No, they were not dating each other. He was an important part of his life. Maybe he was her best friend, father figure, confidant or all of these. She trusted him. She liked being around him; he was her only shade in a sunny land. He hadn’t been around for ten days and she waited for him to return desperately.

She would often go to meet him. They would laugh and joke. He would know when she felt low. He always asked her to express her feelings. He would always listen. There was something magnetic about his personality- everyone would be dazzled by his aura. But he was different. He would never give in to flattery. He had a knack to know people for what they were. He also knew how much she liked him. He had his own indirect ways of expressing his affection.

Over time, she felt she had developed a special connection with him. Coincidentally, they would bump into each other at some random place. Those were the moments she wouldn’t know how to react. Once he asked her why she looked so happy. She innocently told him that it was because she met him so unexpectedly. He would smile and go ahead on his way. She would then recount the tale to her diary. She wanted nothing from him. As far as he smiled to her and met her frequently, she was the most contented person on the planet.

His opinions and ideas mattered a lot to her. He had made her quite strong and confident. He advised her because he was concerned about her. She too tried to make him proud. He rarely asked her for help; but when he did, she would do anything to help him out. At the end of the day, they knew they were like best friends who can always count upon each other. They teased and taunted each other but could also be serious when it was required. They understood each other well. She couldn’t be at peace when he looked worried, troubled or tired. They cared a lot for one another.

His replies to her texts made her happy. All she wanted was to see his smile once a day. She would feel incomplete on the days they would not meet. She would stalk his Facebook profile or stare at his pictures, in the hope that she’d see him again soon. She was young, at the threshold of her lovely days of youth. She often wrote to him despite knowing that he would never reply. He had a complex persona. She was a waterfall overflowing with love; he was a tap giving only as much water as needed, sometimes less but quenching thirst like no other. She was the sky; he was the full moon that alone mattered on a dark night.

She loved him for what he was and what he did to her- he taught her to survive when she felt there was no sign of life. When she was with him, she knew she needed nobody else. Perhaps she was crazy to waste her time behind someone who was more or less the same to everyone dear to him. At the moment, she didn’t bother. She was happy and the memories she shared with him, infinite.

Fairy godmothers

There are some who are always strong. There are some who are always weak. Most of us are swinging between being weak and strong. But there’s another very rare case where you cannot be weak, which I’m going to expound upon in this post.

There are many reasons why one cannot be weak. One, there’s nobody to listen to. Second, probably the most difficult one, that one ought to support someone else. One cannot afford to be weak if one is somebody else’s strength. It is something like one loses the right to be weak and to be heard the moment one becomes another’s wall. One cannot show one’s weak side to the other because that would devastate her/him.

The worst part of being somebody’s strength is that it is taken for granted that you are never going to feel despair. One needs to keep one’s head high, wear the widest smile and keep reiterating kind words of motivation even when one feels miserable. It is like becoming the fairy godmother of the world- so busy fulfilling everyone’s wishes that she probably kills all of her own.

I wonder what life is for her, just in case she really exists. She’s got to rush everywhere, check out on anybody who calls for her, no matter how tired she is. She cannot take a leave on Sunday or even if she is ill. She has to be on her toes always, has to listen to everyone, has to think of ideas and solutions to every damn problem in the world. She cannot quit from her job though she is not paid a paisa for it. She cannot opt for voluntary retirement  or maternity leaves, because she is the world’s mother. She has to keep fulfilling wishes and spreading smiles, because she has no right to be sad or cry. She can cry but only behind closed doors. Outside, nobody is going to listen, because all are too obsessed with their own problems.

Have you ever thought that even she needs a fairy godmother? She isn’t impeccable; she too has problems, fears and insecurities. Probably fairy godmothers are only supposed to give and not take anything. Nobody is going to lend them an ear. Rather, they might have to give their own if somebody lost theirs.

Life as a fairy godmother is a sad, selfless life; almost leaving one deindividuated. Trust me, they aren’t fictional or mythical characters. Look around, you’re surely going to find one close enough. If she ever meets you on the way, don’t bombard her with problems and wishes. Just say, “Hey!”, ask how she is and see the smile that comes on her face.

She wants nothing but genuine love and care. Be brave enough to give that to her. Remember, she too has got a life and has the right to live it, as much as you. Try listening to her, let her shed a tear or two and see how much she’ll bless you. Go out and help a fairy smile today!