This Women's Day…
On the night of 7th March, my brain was furiously thinking and calculating possible scenarios. You see, the next day was Women's Day and my office had a beautiful tradition of a gathering of female employees, they give us gifts, too. However, we are also asked to dress ethnic, or let's say, traditional. Therefore, this particular year 8th March being a Friday I had a hard time rewiring my brain to not think... DENIM! Also, it needed a lot of prep for a saree eventuality, I mean there's the eligibility criteria like waxed arms, proper accessories, right sandals, and of course shampooed hair to let it down. Phew! So much bother we women deal with just to dress up in a certain way. Seeing this as his cue, my husband chimed in, 'Why bother... it's your day, just wear whatever you feel like.' I was empowered, yes, the cliche being my husband's enlightening statement. Really, so much fuss on a day that's entitled to me... in fact all my term limits were my