A letter of sorts to all the women i’ve never met & those i have

I have this obdurate urge to reach out for something, but I don’t know what yet. In this vast space full of people & their thoughts I’m looking for something – a spark maybe, a piece of joy, an unbridled freedom, uncontrollable laughter, an unachievable ambition.

All of us, the women folk I mean – are standing on the graves of unfulfilled dreams and wishes, of being the more subservient gender of the human race, of making do and moving on. So many times, I feel as if my ambitions are not my own and they are definitely not self-serving.

 My unshakeable urge to reach out for something – stems from every experience I’ve had and the treatment doled out to women in the past & even now. I hope what I do in life – corrects some of the injustices & acts as a healing balm to some.

What I’m looking for? I don’t know that yet, but I’ll never stop asking myself that question. It is imperative to step out of yourself, think bigger than “what do you bring to the table” & sometimes think about “for whom are you willing to go the extra mile?”

 If you are sitting tucked in your home/office wherever – know that if you are reaching out for something you are unsure about – I’m doing the same here