Hypocrisy, the rains of thoughts

I don't know , what happened to me. I had an intensive introspection inside my inner self. Thoughts like this is not something new to an individual like me. I looked out of the window, saw a beautifully blossom, partially wet, hibiscus flower that danced to the rhythm of wind and drizzle. Rain and monsoon ment different for many people. For a farmer, monsoon rains are occasional happiness, a ray of hope. For a potter, it would mean a dull business.To a boy, it is a chance to make his paper boat sail. To a couple,it was romance. To a trespasser, it would be the time to hunt for shelter. To a director,it was to shoot for heroine introduction in film. To a child, it would be an endless amusement, anxious to get wet. To a teenager, it means waiting for the government to announce holiday. To  mom and grandma it was no more than fear of flood, after 2015 Chennai rains. To some middle age men, nothing matters more than work.To me it was the best time to see, smell and feel the pitter patter drops of rain and nothing more. My eyes suddenly fell on Sara aunty. She was our neighbor for last 2-3 years.There she stood asking for a change to auto wala. Sara aunty had a immense talent to pick up altercations with most of who she encounters. May be we were the only ones who was out  of her altercation list. We either cut our eye contact, or keep our mouths tightly zipped to avoid further worsening of situations, whenever those eruption was expected to occur.My Thoughts drifted towards my earlier indirect encounter with her. She once said to my mom while on her way to bank, that daughter in law was expecting a child. We congratulated her. We knew her son was in States working for an MNC. The next few words is what made me to think so much. She said “ ha, it is ok though it is going to be a granddaughter”. What is wrong having a granddaughter? I never expected a woman to let down the other. Thoughts are like lighting, you don't know when and where it will drift and strike. I remembered a sir in my school days, trying his best to motivate us ,In his lecture said, “ Think of the money your parents going to spend on you. For U science students , it costs more for education.Girls! U need to think of the expense of your marriage too.You girls are twice a burden to your parents”. He was an accountancy and business maths teacher, looking at the life the same way he approaches the subject,( profit, loss, balance sheet etc etc). I connected this to why Sara aunty didn't want a granddaughter. Until then I thought, unlike ancient times when people looked at women as burden, causing female infanticide,sati etc, modern days welcomes women, but it was proved wrong with all instances that I correlated. Female are not welcomed in society, rather they are accepted. May be I was accepted too, once. With a heavy breath, I went out to take dried cloths to rescue it from getting wet in rain, thinking of life of others women I knew.

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