The most powerful thing that I learnt from this book is that: Love is never enough.
With such a conflict of ideals, how does marriage come into play in a feminist discussion?
There is something for everyone.
Nobody is sad anymore, they’re
tensed. Nobody has a bad day,
they have a breakdown.
We don’t have to replicate them, we have to take pride in being the messed up generation that we are.
“I will take solo trips every month.”
I remember each and every remark, unsolicited advice and jibes made at my looks and weight.
The sad part is I have no grudge against him.
Her own actions, is slowly giving way to the acceptance of the term – consent.
In this assumed authority of being a senior, we forget the hard time we had when we were juniors.