Inherited Narratives On Female Friendship

On Female Friendship
Earlier,
little did I know,
even after having completed
a number of years of schooling,
because I was taught
to define
what it is,
but wasn't taught
how it will be.

They said,
"One woman is another woman's enemy."
True?
I don't neglect it,
because there are
living examples.
But what made them
again fit into the
very structure of society?
Patriarchy does an
extended cameo.
Internalised patriarchy—
victims are actors,
and the same victims
become aggressors
as well.

Having such a notion,
is it a compulsion
to generalise?
Women can't be good friends.
Good?
Meaning,
without
envy,
jealousy,
negging,
guilt-tripping,
pretending love.

A pause.

Without
jealousy?
Does such friendship exist?
That too, within human nature?
The humans who
have come this far,
beginning the whole existence
with a thought:
Someone is already going ahead.
And finally,
let's become them.
But the very friendship
falls under the same tree—
"Human Nature."
Without jealousy.
Possible?
Sounds like:
Which came first—
the egg or the chicken?

A deceptive note!

Truth is,
it's possible.
But as rare as
when your friend says she'll
be there in 5 minutes exactly.

But does that mean
it's not friendship at all?
Underneath,
jealousy doesn't spoil
or wither
a friendship,
 BUT lacking the effort
to recognise,
to regulate,
to manage it
deepens the gap
between the souls.

Generally,
jealousy and female friendship—
inseparable, people say,
like a dysfunctional
marriage between
husband and wife
who cannot love each other,
yet cannot leave,
cultivating the sickness,
feeding it both
organic tenderness
and pesticide poison.

But I believe
such toxic coexistence
doesn't happen
between pure friendships.
Instead, the pesticide
is identified
before it becomes poison through overuse,
and the very same pesticide is used
to eliminate
those impulsive pests—
the unhealthy jealousy.
while protecting
the plant:
the bond,
the friendship.

And even relating
jealousy, the emotion,
only to women
is a stereotype.
Why only women?
For ages,
it's been a complex emotion
identified in humans.
Hmm... even here,
society
doesn't hesitate
to ask women
to carry this as well,
along with
thousands of Burdens.
Few are chosen.
Most are given.



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