Remains to Them, A Return to Her !

Bones : To others, they were remains, they were nothing but what was left behind — fragments, ruins, proof of loss. To her, bones were dignity waiting to be recognized, the innermost structure that could never be stripped away.

Bones are the innermost structure of the human body,  representing  what cannot be stripped away. Dignity is inside the bones. Even if dignity is attacked, humiliated, or suppressed, its essence remains within and it cannot be stripped away. 

"The Skeleton woman" is Inuit folklore retold by Clarissa Pinkola Estés in "Women Who Run With the Wolves."

A woman was thrown into the sea by the god father's of society ; she was eaten by fish leaving only her skeleton at the bottom of the ocean. One day, a fisherman accidentally hooked her bones with his fishing line. Horrified, he tried to escape, but her skeleton was tangled in his nets and followed him everywhere.

In the light of his cave, she appeared pitiful, not frightening. Moved by compassion, he started untangling her from the fishing line all while chanting Oh..Na..Na...Na.

The “untangling” is the careful work of love — healing what has been broken, acknowledging pain instead of running away from it. He then gave her furs to keep herself warm.

The furs represent warmth, dignity, and protection — restoring humanity to what was once stripped bare. The chants signals a ritual of patience, turning fear into intimacy.

A tear fell from the fisherman's eye; the skeleton woman drank it. Taking his heart, she drummed life back into herself, flesh returning with each beat. They woke up together, physically close and intertwined, but the closeness wasn’t just about the night they shared — it signified the beginning of a deeper bond, something enduring and meaningful.

Your Dignity Is Not in Your Clothes. Clothes can be stripped. Flesh can be shamed. But bones remain — unbreakable, unyielding, carrying the raw truth of who she is.

I know this story because I have lived it.

In 2017, an attempt was made to strip me off my dignity. They reduced me to bones and then claimed these bones are remains and they have no worth.

I was drawn to a man from Singapore — not for wealth or gain, but for his character: his compassion, his respect, his refusal to exploit an opportunity.  Yet society, like seagulls in a mating frenzy, twisted my instinct into a transaction, attempting to strip away my dignity and denying me the most basic human right: the right to choose, to desire, to follow my own truth. 

The rumour was never about my abilities alone; they branded me with a lie: 
She wants money, they even said she want to make a baby for money, she want to give a blowjob for money. They tried to shame me into obedience like as if i did not have any right to love a man without their permissions. 

And I am still a virgin today… How could society believe such a lie? Were they blinded by power, or simply choosing to stand with it? Do they not have sisters at home ; Are they born to woman ?

The song is the proof that a single woman do not need a God Father in her life !

Dignity is not in whispers or clothes — it is in my bones. They could not break what holds me upright.

I am a woman who refuses to be “corrected” into obedience.
My personal choices have nothing to do with my career — and I stand confident in that truth.

It happened once more when I was drawn to another man who, despite false accusations, saw me with compassion. He did not fear me. In his light, I realized I needed compassion, not judgment.

But again, society stripped me — of clothes, flesh, and blood — until only my skeleton remained.
That skeleton is my dignity. Some women sided with that cruelty — not because they believed it, but because they’d been granted the freedom to love and live on their own terms, a permission I was denied.

Bone by Bone the wild woman comes back !
I want to dress up the bones and go with the man who was compassionate enough despite the false accusations. He understood that bones are not remains or leftovers — they are my strength, the unbreakable truth of who I am. I can give myself fully to a man who knows how to honour and protect my dignity (bones).

When you protect your own dignity, you also protect the dignity of others — because dignity begins with the self. 

Chali re, chali re junoon ko liye,
Pinjre se uda dil ka shikra,
Khudi se maine ishq kiya re…

You know those dance steps that come alive the moment you realize you’re in love with yourself? That’s the truest celebration, the purest freedom — and to me, that is what women empowerment really means.

The song is about breaking free, following your passion, and daring to love on your own terms. It resonates so well with my story: not letting society’s cage define me, but rising with my own dignity and choosing love because I feel it, not because someone has granted me the  permission.

You must have a strong bone and not a short dress to love yourself !

Iam choosing love because I feel it not because someone has granted me permission. 

The Real Celebration. 

She stood before the mirror, tugging at the hem of her short dress. The voices of society echoed in her mind: “A woman’s dignity is in her clothes. Cover yourself if you want respect.” Others said the opposite: “Wear less, and force them to respect you anyway.” The God Fathers are forcing  the society to respect you anyways.

Both were wrong.

She smiled at her reflection, understanding. “My dignity is not in this dress. My dignity is in my bones — unbreakable, unseen, mine alone."

And with that, she stepped out — not to prove anything with her clothes, but to live as a woman whose strength could never be stripped away, because dignity is in the bones. 

Bones : They are not remains to be ignored, they are my strength.