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Today I witnessed two successful women entrepreneurs attending elegantly to their respective businesses, with their children beside them. Being a working mother myself, it was so inspiring and educative to see these professional mothers making handsome money, simultaneously with earnestly upbringing their children in a caring environment.
One of them is an owner of a boutique-cum-showroom, catering women cotton-based ethnic wear, essentially constituting of ready-made salwar kameez and suit pieces. She has a cutely beautiful small oval face, with prominent black eyes always tastefully outlined with Kajal and invariably wearing a medium shade of strawberry pink on her well-contoured lips. For anyone who meets her for the first time, it is a matter to wonder whether she is married or not thanks to her slim and short look, accepting her as a mother figure actually takes some time to digest. However, since I know her for quite some time now, it is already known to me that she is a mother of a seven-eight year old son. When I visited her working place today afternoon, her son was standing right beside her on the counter playing a computer game. Evidently, the summer holidays had started for him at his Blue Bells School and so he had joined his mother on her shop. The scene was awesome to my spirits as a mother. She looked so beautiful and charming with an identity of her own, shining bright with a sense of self-reliance and emissions of self-confidence oozing from her persona. On top of it, the body language, mannerism and (voice) tone of the icon of today's woman were so very soft and sensitive, indeed justifying her for being recognized as the icon.>>
The second woman who energized me as a mother, is an owner of her own beauty parlour, managing an employee strength of at least half a dozen, customarily dressed semi-casually in a decent match of a shirt and a pair of jeans. When I paid a visit to her beauty parlour today after ages, I was at first surprised to find a boy, all of four to five, calling her 'mummy' on the top of his voice and playing around. But I was taken aback further when her elder daughter barged into the picture some minutes later, seemingly after retiring from a dance class. Looking up to her as a mother only added to the good impression she has unfailingly left on me as an overall striking personality. She was sitting there with his energetic son in her lap feeding on some cut apple pieces, giving me a feel of an idol oozing strength of mind and nerves, with oodles of confidence and a hint of arrogance only adding to the charm of her personality. I would not say I could not digest that she was a mother, but the way I have always found her carrying her around, she seemed just like any unmarried mature woman in her late twenties. Yes, of course, I recall now that I had heard her being addressed as 'bhabhi' by one of her customers last time. Her face and body structure looks like an average Indian woman. With her long straight hair and overall look, she could have easily lost her impression as another married woman or she could have patched herself up with makeup and coloured hair strings to flaunt her belonging to the upper middle class. But here she is choosing to be happening by remaining simple.
The two women are only two instances of the grace championed by the women of contemporary era. There is a never-ending list of such examples of inspiration including both working and non-working(continuously working very hard for long hours within the four walls of home) women. In fact, the house wives command a lot more respect and regard in my mind because of their bold and self-dedicating decision to comply with the needs of the household at the expense of loosing their mobility, exposure and financial self-reliance. Hats off to your charm and elegance and still you carry yourself so down to the earth, which is only remarkable in itself and must be respected and not taken for granted.
One of them is an owner of a boutique-cum-showroom, catering women cotton-based ethnic wear, essentially constituting of ready-made salwar kameez and suit pieces. She has a cutely beautiful small oval face, with prominent black eyes always tastefully outlined with Kajal and invariably wearing a medium shade of strawberry pink on her well-contoured lips. For anyone who meets her for the first time, it is a matter to wonder whether she is married or not thanks to her slim and short look, accepting her as a mother figure actually takes some time to digest. However, since I know her for quite some time now, it is already known to me that she is a mother of a seven-eight year old son. When I visited her working place today afternoon, her son was standing right beside her on the counter playing a computer game. Evidently, the summer holidays had started for him at his Blue Bells School and so he had joined his mother on her shop. The scene was awesome to my spirits as a mother. She looked so beautiful and charming with an identity of her own, shining bright with a sense of self-reliance and emissions of self-confidence oozing from her persona. On top of it, the body language, mannerism and (voice) tone of the icon of today's woman were so very soft and sensitive, indeed justifying her for being recognized as the icon.>>
The second woman who energized me as a mother, is an owner of her own beauty parlour, managing an employee strength of at least half a dozen, customarily dressed semi-casually in a decent match of a shirt and a pair of jeans. When I paid a visit to her beauty parlour today after ages, I was at first surprised to find a boy, all of four to five, calling her 'mummy' on the top of his voice and playing around. But I was taken aback further when her elder daughter barged into the picture some minutes later, seemingly after retiring from a dance class. Looking up to her as a mother only added to the good impression she has unfailingly left on me as an overall striking personality. She was sitting there with his energetic son in her lap feeding on some cut apple pieces, giving me a feel of an idol oozing strength of mind and nerves, with oodles of confidence and a hint of arrogance only adding to the charm of her personality. I would not say I could not digest that she was a mother, but the way I have always found her carrying her around, she seemed just like any unmarried mature woman in her late twenties. Yes, of course, I recall now that I had heard her being addressed as 'bhabhi' by one of her customers last time. Her face and body structure looks like an average Indian woman. With her long straight hair and overall look, she could have easily lost her impression as another married woman or she could have patched herself up with makeup and coloured hair strings to flaunt her belonging to the upper middle class. But here she is choosing to be happening by remaining simple.
The two women are only two instances of the grace championed by the women of contemporary era. There is a never-ending list of such examples of inspiration including both working and non-working(continuously working very hard for long hours within the four walls of home) women. In fact, the house wives command a lot more respect and regard in my mind because of their bold and self-dedicating decision to comply with the needs of the household at the expense of loosing their mobility, exposure and financial self-reliance. Hats off to your charm and elegance and still you carry yourself so down to the earth, which is only remarkable in itself and must be respected and not taken for granted.
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