I remember sitting in a crowded office far from my home in India, in a foreign country where almost everyone I knew carried the quiet weight of a broken marriage. It wasn’t unusual there—separation wasn’t whispered about, it wasn’t judged. It was just… life. Ordinary, almost invisible.
When I returned to South India, I saw something similar. Separation wasn’t shocking here either. It simply existed and it was not even classified as Diversity.
But the North felt different.
There, a separated woman was often celebrated. And I didn’t know what to feel—was this freedom, or just the beginning of something still finding its shape?
Because at the same time, I saw men living double lives—two relationships, sometimes even two families—while society looked away, almost accepting it.
And I couldn’t ignore the contrast.
A man could stay in marriage and still have more sex outside marriage.
A woman, if she wanted more sex, she had to leave marriage behind.
So when a woman (skin with a storm) walks away from marriage and is celebrated, I keep wondering — is society honouring her courage…?
or just masking a patriarchal system where she had no other choice?
And when men stay and still live two lives, is that freedom…
or power, no one questions?
The more I look at it, the harder it is to call this “woman empowerment”.
It still feels like the same old imbalance—just wearing new words.
In some places, separation is just life (like in South India or any place outside India).
In other places like North India, separation is labeled freedom. I’m still trying to understand the difference.
For now, I don’t have to worry. I’m unmarried single—held gently between solitude and desire, finding a quiet kind of romance.
Is this diversity, Is this the road not taken.
For me Love is Vulnerable !
Is this the Road Not Taken !
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