Idyllic Thoughts

Most people say that women care very much about their looks, and dress to please others. Maybe true. I don't know about other women. But I always dress for my satisfaction. Looking beautiful is quite different from feeling beautiful. I dress to feel beautiful from the inside and don't normally care what others comment on my looks. I honestly don't get satisfaction or feel happy by compliments unless I feel comfortable in my dress, make-up (which I wear very rarely) and personality. Isn't it necessary for us to feel the beauty from inside rather than outside? I feel beautiful when I walk in the evening breeze silently submerged in my thoughts even in the midst of chaos, dirt and crowd. I feel beautiful when I sit silently on a rock looking down at the humanity or up at the eternal sky. I also feel beautiful when I write, when others read it and when people give more credit to my brains rather than my face. I feel the most beautiful when I read others' thoughts which

Today I saw two kinds of people in bus: the haves-yet-don't-cares and the have-nots. First I saw a woman whose saree pallu had fallen down revealing her blouse. She didn't care enough to correct it and after I managed to stare her down for 10 minutes, she slowly put the pallu back where it belongs. A woman sitting in front of me, signalled to another woman far away to correct her saree pallu, which revealed the torn blouse. I turned and saw her vainly trying to cover her torn blouse with saree and at that moment, I felt tears in my eyes that accompanied a helplessness because in our country there are women who don't even have enough clothes to attire themselves fully. And I remembered that it was today morning that I was telling my mother that the dress I was wearing had become old. What choice do they have? None like me, I'm sure. What can I do to help them? I have been taxing my brains looking for a permanent solution to deep poverty.

If there is one thing I hate about people, that is hypocrisy. I normally say what I feel, even if people tend not to believe me, I don't bother. And I expect others to be the same, to tell what they really feel even if it is a bitter pill to swallow. It is easy for me to like people because I expect a lot of good in them, but it's difficult to hate people because I still believe there is some remnant of goodness in them. So when I find out that people are hypocrites, I find it hard to accept and digest it. And yet, I can't hate them. Is it my undoing?

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