By Sushmaa. T. M. R/ Suthanthira (pen name)
"Great feminists are just ordinary exuberances who do not demand honor and equality even after you built a bargaining society but seek people, especially your attention to know the value of the feminine, not the price.
Suthanthira
To my bearable brother,
I hope this letter finds you even calm about what calamity I'm going to create. My dear brother, you are not seeming to be dear to me as I have begun to look at you as a man of moody manners. It is not that I'm going far from you because you are the not reason I'm leaving for. Anyway, I hold you as a chance on returning and share my expectations and fulfillments from this expedition.
I shall celebrate your marriage with a quick thought that you cannot remain with me for long always and I am sure the lady is fortunate to have you in her life. I would be more elated if you both are blessed with a baby girl who resembles just like me. You may cherish our childhood memories along with your child's. As your life gets on, you would strike a moment where you would be confused about women. Then again, read this letter as I urge you to just know who we women are.
You are more flesh and skin but remember the flowing blood of your veins holds the pure feminine of a woman. We are soft and gentle since you are ever adventurous around, yet remember you cannot turn out as powerful as we are by nature and beyond. If you very well know that you are the ones who attack us you need not protect and hide us in your pockets of superstitions.
We are sorry to have not made you much fair and destroyed you with our sacrifices.
It is not that we can not live without you, it is a sense of belonging and forgiveness in us to still not leave you. We are sorry to go ourselves starving and have fed you more with adjustments and tolerance.
The day when boys become men, they bring us the plates, but we keep the taste in them. As they bring in groceries, we decide on the dish for them the next day. They sow seeds for our children, who are torn from us to the valiant tree of humankind as the branches of knowledge.
I realized that you did not grow your beard when you slapped me. And you did not become a man when you passed like a hot bullet to my heart control. You became a man the day I became that hand when you slapped me. You grew your beard the moment I turned out as a trigger for the loaded bullet you passed. You do not know me because I have always given before you seek. You cannot have me because I have hidden from you how much I waited for you to change.
Our mothers did not teach us to give up the patience we held up for you people. But I was in awe when our fathers wiped our tears which flew from the wrecked hearts of manhood and I wanted to scream and tell him that once he was you too.
Oh, brother, when we come across our lives again, please regain your consciousness of how we were, and if you could, forgive me!
Everlovingly from your Sister…
By Sushmaa. T. M. R/ Suthanthira (pen name)
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