Divorce - what it spells for a woman

"Divorced", this word is still a taboo in India. But despite that, more and more women are getting divorced each day. For different reasons, known and unknown. Judged about their rectitude and erroneousness, by self-appointed arbitrators.

Whatever the reason, whether someone chooses to agree or not, divorce does throw a woman into a deep concavity of isolation and despair. Some women tackle it by displaying ingrained strength and some by manifesting deep seated weakness. You might say that it cannot be as black and white as that. Well, it is so, like it or not.

I would not like to talk about women who cannot emerge out of their miseries. They choose to be what they want to be.

Instead, lets talk about those women, who, even if deeply scarred, emerge as women of substance. We need not look at media files, to know such women. We see them in everyday life. Here and there. Almost everywhere.

Who are these women and why they, unlike their counterparts, choose to rise despite their fall. Well, the answer lies in the word "choose". They choose to be happy, they choose to make something of their lives and last but not the least, they choose to feel worthy.

I have a maid, who lives with her husband - a perpetual drunkard, and two teenage kids. Her husband is of no help to her, whether in earning a remuneration, nor in looking after home and the kids. She did not give him a divorce. Instead, she chose to set out and gather her life for the sake of herself and her kids. She is a domestic help to many a family, to enable her children to attain education and thus have better lives. I am sure, her children must be immensely proud of their mother. In my opinion, she is a paladin.

And...there are hundreds more like her. They live with people they cannot live with or choose to let go of them, or sometimes, as in a country like mine, they are thrown out by their so called life partners. What ever be the case, they move on. No media hype, no publicity, no rewards... these women, have nothing but their inner strength as their only console. They march ahead in life, much like our soldiers who know the outcome of war, but still choose to fight, for their country, for their family.

I, through this post, wish to salute all such women. They are heroes for me. Real heroes. Standing like a rock in the rough seas of their life... They are like Gold, shining bright after being thrown into fire.