Just a lipstick. Just a lipstick?

Women have always been enigmatic. For ages, men have struggled to wrap their heads around the psyche of these majestic creations. Lying close to the periphery of comprehension, they have remained mostly unfathomable and scarcely understood at best. It looks like a herculean task to understand what goes inside a woman’s mind. Afterall, who can explain how they make things look so easy. How they remain so graceful even in the face of immense responsibilities. How they remain poised on the outside even if broken inside. We may never know and that’s alright. But we sure can look at some of the aspects of her life and start appreciating her.
Dharmishta Koul shares one such aspect here while she talks about her mother. I never realized that a seemingly insignificant commodity like a lipstick could have so many inferences. For me, it was just a lipstick. But is it just a lipstick? Read what she has to share with us:


“Ever since my childhood, I have always been enthralled by women wearing bright lipsticks. These magical colors have always captivated me, and the reason for this fascination is none other than my mother. I have grown up seeing her wearing bright lipsticks.

A sexagenarian now, she still wears the same bright colors. And unsurprisingly, that makes some people uncomfortable as it does not confine to their rotten age-old beliefs.
Many times I have overheard people talking not so positively about her choice of being colorful all the time, be her bright lipsticks or her colorful sarees. I could sense a subtle disapproval in their words.

But being her daughter, I know the struggles that she has gone through, the troubles she has faced, and the lipsticks she has been wearing. For her, lipstick was always something more than just make-up. She wore these colors as a mask for the pretense of happiness and contentment. She never wanted the world, including her family, to catch even a glimpse of her struggles.
I have seen her wearing bright colors when she had a high fever and she had to go to school. She never missed wearing those colorful sarees when she had to attend PTMs at our school and her school on the same day. It was as if this simple act of wearing a lipstick gave her some sort of superpower. For her, lipstick is the essence of being a supportive wife and an encouraging mother. She reminds me of the beautiful lines in Sanskrit: असतो मा सद्गमय । तमसो मा ज्योतिर्गमय । मृत्योर्मा अमृतं गमय ।”

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