The churning of the defining decades of the 60s and 70s produced not just the economic classes but also created distinct groups of women in the middle and upper ends of the social spectrum. These groups were formed as a result of the lessons that the events and experiences threw up, from which they learnt, learnt wrongly or didn’t learn at all.
There was a time when issues concerning women were near similar for all classes of women across the social spectrum. It was only later that class demarcations began tearing the social fabric asunder and the concerns began diverging too, so much so that the classes could have been populating different planets.
The issues confronting women were and still are infinitely more serious and life-changing than making choices about the size one wants to be, go pubbing or have sex outside marriage.
The friendly neighbourhood Family Doctor is a fast vanishing breed in times of specialisation and five-star hospital care.
The happiest was the younger brat, for not only had his elder brother got admission to his chosen college, but we were also a ‘full family’ after having been separated for the whole day!
In the rose patches were tiny tight buds and bits of bright colour trying to burst through them.
There is beauty in every human being. Can’t we just bring it out by being good, honest, compassionate and pleasant?
The boy had learnt his lesson in compassion from two mice – one a big field rat in a trap and one a tiny dead mouse.
A pencil extender from my childhood set this post off.