While at the Moazamjahi market today, three varied sights caught my eye. At the two extremes were the birds-free in their flight, alighting on the land and flying as they wished and just inside the arch, the vendor's cat, tied to a pole by its master; with eyes shifting focus from me, beckoning to me to unleash it; to the flying pigeons, with deep longing to exchange lives with them.
Amidst them I stood as the human being-Chained by limitations, but liberated by my freedom of choice to go beyond them.
Women have been forced to think they're the weaker sex. Some of us become rebellious and try to prove to the world we are as good as our counterparts by being more like them.We do not need to show the world we're as good as men. By doing so, we are using men as a yardstick to quantify our greatness. Men are men.Women are women.We do not need to reach your stature to prove our equality. It is no race to ''reach'' the ''finish line'' called men. As far as we are concerned, there is no cul de sac!
Look at the faint beam of sunlight effortlessly streaming its way through the denseness of the clouds and the foliage, to softly alight on the rippled, but serene water, leaving it just as undisturbed as it was before their sacred rendezvous, even though they meet everyday-A contrast to humanly romance, which tends to die with time, the beauty of nature is enhanced in growth and time.
