Cities sometimes swallow people.
But there are some who quietly conquer those very cities as they walk through them.
Most of them are women.
Without sitting inside four walls in an air-conditioned room and loudly declaring,
“We are equal to men…”
In the restless rush of cities like Chennai,
without a powerful address or support system,
accepting a job—whether it matches their education or not—
simply because their family depends on it.
In crowded buses
and suffocating trains,
they fold their exhaustion within themselves
without letting the world see it.
Understanding the politics of the workplace,
not always fighting it,
but often enduring it with patience.
At an age when poetry, imagination, and love
should bloom freely,
they quietly keep those flowers locked
within their own hearts.
Wearing only a small smile on their lips,
they keep walking with a simple belief—
“Tomorrow will be better.”
Women like them
are the silent warriors of our cities.
In my life, I have had many teachers.
But my first teacher
was my mother.
The door of our house
was my first blackboard.
With a bowl of rice in one hand
and letters in the other,
she became both
a mother
and a teacher.
When I first stepped into school life,
it was Mrs. Chellamma
and Mrs. Easwari
who removed the fear of going to school
and made me look forward to it.
My Tamil teacher,
Mrs. Hemavathi,
was the one who inspired me
to write with ease and clarity.
Mrs. Janaki
was the teacher who awakened
my curiosity toward science.
And Mrs. Shantha
and Mrs. Vasantha
were the ones who made me understand
that history and politics
are not just subjects in textbooks,
but lifelong journeys of learning.
Not only them…
To every woman
I have admired in my life—
My heartfelt wishes
on Women’s Day.
By
Raja K.S
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