Books, clothes, lingerie, perfumes, shoes, music – they’re all expensive. Can’t be helped. Some things are worth paying for. And myself is definitely worth it.
Charge it to my card, please.
The best part of financial independence is not needing to account to someone else.
A modern Indian woman is an Indian woman still. Family will always be important. On our own terms now. And yes, the credit card ad was right. There are things that money can’t buy, some things that are priceless such as the satisfaction of being able to do such things for them.
Hey girl, lunch, Sunday?
No, it’s family time. Taking my parents out to lunch.
Dinner, Monday then.
Works for me.
Liberation in the mind, in the bedroom and in expression. It was never this good. And who knows better than another woman?
So I told him to pick up something at one of those shops the next time he was in Bangkok and he freaked out!
Can’t blame him. The average Indian man is like that – prudish.
What are we then?
Oh hypocrites, that’s all.
Men will always be wanted, though. Even if not as a vital necessity anymore. Likable companions to some, delightful amusements, sweet support systems and back-up options. Objectification was learnt alongside independence. We’ve caught up. From livestock to rulers; masters to drones….ah how, the wheel turns.
Hi, what are you doing?
Out with a friend. What’s up?
Oh, I was wondering if you wanted to catch a movie
Not today. Sometime next week?
Okay. Have fun…with your friend?
Yup. Will do. You too.
Who can blame me for being greedy? Everyone who’s smart wants to swear allegiance to the woman’s world.
You should interview with XYZ corp.
Why, because of their benefits?
Unbelievable. Maternity benefits, sponsored education, sabbaticals, the works…if you are a woman, though they’ll never admit that.
Anything to promote their ‘women-friendly-workplace’ image. It’s like the reverse of the glass ceiling.
The world is my beehive.