The dictums say, not me you see, for Women’s Day shall only be
the 8th of March on a sunny clime. At just that very precise time,
girls of every shape and hue shall acquiesce to imbrue
their skins with talc and creams and mists and fill the street in hordes.
It’s a scary sight for sure, but it’s a day – and not more,
oh, spare the poor butterflies, let them have their fun and guiles
let them preen in fuchsia pinks and get a discount on their drinks–
it’s Women’s Day, can’t you see, writ on those billboards?
And it’s their day to claim the prize, anything that catches the eyes–
a fair stake in the game of life, celebrated as daughter and wife
WhatsApp chats and tags in posts, make of the messages use utmost
history, stand still a while, let the charade unfold.
For 24 hours, with adulation they must be showered,
gift a teddy or chocolates sweet, our gals deserve a little treat,
indulge all these special whims, they never quite grow up it seems–
and the next day, it’s back to basics in all our households.
Sreya Chatterjee is currently pursuing random daydreams starring fictional characters and a Masters in English Literature from Jadavpur University, in that order.
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