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Are women = men??

Are Women =Men?

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For a decade this has been a hot topic for discussion and keeping in view the present situations, the orthodox thinking that still persists in our society and the ardent desire of some men to dominate women, well, I guess this will be a hot topic for discussion for the coming years too.

Around the age of 12-14 a girl starts on her menstruations. It’s the natural cycle of 28 days that leaves us with 5 days of usher pain and helplessness; time when we aren’t able to give our full best per month. Don’t shrug your shoulders or chuckle when someone speaks on this topic. Women don’t bellyache about menstruations; they just let you know what you generally feel reluctant about.

5 days isn’t what we lose. 12*5=60. 60 days and almost 2 months your mom, your wife, your sister, your daughter or any other woman around you is coping with a lot that is going inside her.

So practically, we women start getting a shortened 10 month year as soon as we hit the doors of adulthood while our male counterparts still enjoy their full 12 month year.

And all of you must agree with me that time is the most precious thing in this world and that a time that goes never comes back. With this argument, every woman loses 2 months of extremely precious time a year for a natural biological cause.

If you want to really equate a woman with a man then give her the 2 month she loses, give her that precious time back. But can you?

I don’t believe and in no means I say that men are insensitive towards us. Most of them know about it, it’s a 10th grade science. But there lies a huge difference between ‘knowing everything’ and ’understanding something’. Most of us know , only few understand it.

So don’t shrug your shoulders or chuckle when you hear a girl talking about equality. Don’t come up with things like “you get equal pay for the work you do. That’s equality.” because equality isn’t always justice people.

Regardless of your gender, generally, if you work for hours and hours even when you have cold or a high fever or cramps don’t you expect your seniors, family or colleagues to recognize your efforts and appreciate you? So why don’t you take a minute to appreciate a woman around trying hard to work even when she’s having something quite serious than a cold or headache.

All a girl requires, a woman wants is ‘appreciation’ if not for a year then at least for those 60 days she knows she’ll be in pain but doesn’t give up. Appreciate her when she fulfills all your demands at the time when she should be fulfilling her necessities. Appreciate her when she actively handles everything around when she’s breaking from fatigue from inside. Appreciate her when she walks confidently and works the same hours you do even when she should sit and take rest.

 Actually women are a step ahead men!

When every woman gets her 12 month year , maybe then we'll talk about equality ,dear.

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