Being Woman..
Being Woman..... Every Queen Bee was once a mere cocoon engulfed in its own skin for protection from its freedom. Today I would like to share the story of one such bee that’s come out of its cocoon and that’s me! I grew-up in a small village named after a number in kannada, Thombathu. This place is about 100 kms from Mangalore and back in my day, privileges such as power, water and transport were neither heard of nor understood by its dwellers. However, courtesy of my proud and somewhat rich grandfather along with absolutely adamant mother me and my brother were the perhaps the first two in the village to go to an English Medium school about 40 kms from house, an arduous routine spanning 12 hour days inclusive of a 2+2 km walk and kerosene lamp studies. Every now and then though I wondered why we were subject to such torture, but then if it wasn’t for my parents’ foresight I am pretty damn sure I wouldn’t be writing this to you guys. So, kudos to my ajja and amma. I mus...