"Indian Women" - Shiv K Kumar

"Indian Women" - Shiv K Kumar

The piece is about the interminable understanding that the Indian ladies practice in their lives while they experience a triple-baked enduring because of the sun, sex and neediness. The land alludes to the Indian subcontinent with a long history of political and authentic changes and a profoundly patriarchal society structure, in which ladies are the most persecuted lot. They don't carve irate eyebrows on mud walls, because inside homes their status remains that of inactive beneficiaries of others' furious feelings .Within the dividers of their homes they are additionally the detached collectors of male affection without their cooperation , being sure to protecting their chastity for the men who consider them as their private property.

"Guarding their tattooed thighs"-tattooed most likely alludes to the name of the male holder scratched on the thighs to show possession. Compare this with the irate eyebrows not scratched on the mud dividers. Not carved on the mud dividers shows a family circumstance in which just the patriarchal male elderly folks have a right to raise eye-temples and have them scratched on the mud dividers. Furious eyebrows scratched on dividers show force of the male over the female who has no such power to get irate with anyone. The female has just the obligation to protect the sanctum of her femaleness by guarding her thighs against conceivable interlopers. The guarding is carried out not for herself however for the man whose name is tattooed on her thighs to demonstrate possession.

Tolerance is the uprightness most esteemed in our ladies.

"Tolerantly they sit like vacant pitchers on the mouth of the town well"

A wonderful picture that without a moment's delay inspires the commonplace Indian town lady who invests much of her time like a void pitcher on the mouth of the town well. Firstly, it is the lady who fills the home's water pots by trekking long separations to get water for the crew. She herself sits on the mouth of the town well like an unfilled pitcher sitting tight for her turn to gather water. Yet the water there is simply a trickle and is not profound enough to reflect her picture with her eyes loaded with obvious tears. She is just creasing her long (Mississippi-long) hair in meshes of trust.

'With zodiac doodling’s on the sand" is an exceedingly suggestive picture of an ordinary Indian lady who scribbles zodiac moulded figures in the sand with the toe of her foot while she brings down her modest eyes, thinking about her man who is away past the slopes. She will sit tight for him there till even the shadows move up their shapes and are gone past the slopes. A delightful picture.