I see a girl standing erect, head high, hair open, long and roughly combed.  She has gripped her sides of the dress tightly, way too tightly. Her toes are clinching the floor, scratching it. Her hair hides the corner of her face.

She is fair, a small mark on her right cheek, though not visible. But her fair skin is turning pink and slowly red; red with anger, red with rage.

She has a fluffy and sharp eyebrow. Just as it was suppose to be, giving her eyes a beautiful and lustrous look. Her eyes, big and wide, hazel brown in color; cute yet cunning, bold yet beautiful, shy yet audacious, talkative and yet tight lipped.

Her eyes speak a lot; tells me about her anger, about her grief. Slowly her eyes too have only one color and that is red. I see controlled tears in her eyes now.

She is a very strong girl. Despite everything she has tried to control her tears. But now they need to come out. Only then can she restart everything. She does not wipe, even a drop of tear, does not even utter a word, the only thing she does is grips onto her dress as if she augments strength from it.

There is no consolation to her. She does not even want anyone. There are three quarters of people in her life. One, that will not understand her. Two, with whom she cannot share everything, and three, with whom she wants to share everything but they are unavailable for her.

It has been an hour, but she is in the same position, upright, rigid, crying, but still silent. Tears are still rolling down her cheeks, but her mind is still wandering about the day’s tragedy, the insult, the talk, the challenge by her own people. She has become as rebellious as the sea. She will not calm down unless and until she proves herself and wins the accepted challenge, answers for her insult and has her own say.

She will not calm down now. I still see her in the mirror. I know mirror always reflects perfectly. Mirror makes no mistakes. She is rigid and rebellious, firm and forceful, stubborn and self willed. She will win the challenge.

But still she is crying. Tears have not stopped. But she is firm in her decisions. She is unmoved.

PS: Is it so much of a trouble for men/society to respect women?