They say that
today is Women’s Day. But why just today? Is the day not mine when I get up
every morning and do my own thing? Or when you go to sleep at night having done
what you did.
They like designating
days for all the important things. Like Love. Like Friendship. Like Mothers. Fathers.
Children. Ice-creams. And for women.
Why is it so
important to do this? It is like some grand gesture. A magnanimous
acknowledgement. Who decided that this needs to be done? This favour to all
those who have a day for them.
You get independence
on a particular day. You get married on a date. You are born on a fixed date. Do
you also love on a fixed day? Do you also feel like a woman, a friend, a father
on one day? And do you love, respect, care for these only on one day?
I do not ask
because I feel angst. I ask because I simply wonder.
But I still have
to wish: Happy Women’s Day!
