Make anger your source of strength, one Mrs at a time

I recently watched a movie, one which has been in the news for the poignant representation of the life of a newly married Indian woman, called Mrs.

- Seerat Kaur Gill

I recently watched a movie, one which has been in the news for the poignant representation of the life of a newly married Indian woman, called Mrs. Besides so many familiar themes in the movie, there was one which bothered me the most. It was the protagonist's continuous plea to her husband's family to be able to work, which fell on deaf ears. Not only was she subjected to a barrage of taunts, but was repeatedly reminded of the Lakshman Rekha that defined her existence, forbidden beyond her bedroom and kitchen walls.

One could see the chirpy, talented dancer being subdued slowly and surely, till she turned into a shell of her former self. She yearned to work and create an identity for herself, but was repeatedly reminded that by virtue of being a doctor's wife, she didn't "need" to venture beyond the kitchen. Her work of being a dance instructor was looked down upon as a mere hobby, an unstable source of income. Moreover, she was urged to model her doctorate mother-in-law, who gave up her dreams to rear her children decades ago!