The generation before us and even before them had slaved themselves silently and in a solemn manner to be the kingmakers. Yes, you read it right! The kingmakers! The world was not definitely so fast paced that their voices could be heard. The mutiny that used to ignite within the soul was crushed down as the voice echoed to each one each time. Family honours and respects were greater than sacrificing feelings and emotions. It was like burning your own flesh day and night. The nights were concealed in darkness, veiled with the thick cover, even the light of the stars could not reveal the pain they went through. The agony in flesh was measured each night, and that too was in the name of love. Religious obligations and moral values of unmentioned times and eras. The dawn broke with no hope except the slight changes in scene. The more prominent a man in a society, the strong the woman by his side on the stage. Glamorously indulged in smoke or betel leaves, wearing red on lips and eyes laden with heavy kohl, so the brimming remained unnoticed but covered.

The generation changed and we took roots, know our rights and values, have high tones to express our expressions and our voice could reach out every nook and corner, but alas, we have concealed us better than those ladies before us. Thickly covered with wisdom, wit and intelligence clad in beautiful attires with a fix of various unmatched colours around to reveal. We may laugh gently when we get to hear about domestic violence or mental abuse but as we are trained to be what we are, we stand tall infront of the world cheering loudly at each victory which has made us bleed deep down. Yes, We are the Kingmakers!

R. Jeddy