For the love of chooriyan, and red chooriyaan at that (translate: bangles)
I often find myself questioning the notion of femininity. Questioning what it means to be feminine. Or what femininity entails.
Gender should be seen as a spectrum, and not two sets of oppossing ideals, they say. (I feel like I am quoting from memeory, so let's hope they aren't someone's words.) But still, some things are truly associated with one gender only.
Take wearing colourful, decorated glass bangles. I haven't ever come across a guy who does that.
But then, why do we girls do it?
Does being a female mean having a love for vibrant colours? For pretty things and for adorning our bodies?
But then you hear boys and men and even the President say, "Chooriyan nhi phen rkhi hum ne" (we aren't wearing bangles) as a way of showing their strength, and courage, their ability to fight.
And you can't help but see the implication: women aren't supposed to fight, they don't have to showcase their bravery OR women can't fight, women aren't brave.
And you are left wondering if wearing bangles means you accept this as truth.
And if yes, then does wearing bangles somehow define femininity?
Does it define femininity as possession of beauty AND fragility? Vibrancy and colours, but delicacy like that of a flower's?
Musings of a confused girl. 🙊😂 Would love to read your perspective on this one.
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