Tear of “a women”

Who says tear has no color, I differ and say tear has colors, moods and of course a mind of its own. And it has names too “kushiee ke ansoo”, crocodile tears, glycerin -wala ansoo these being few of the names. Women especially have a strange relationship with their tears. These tears are stored and are a never depleting source and then it changes and matures with time. When a women was a kid tears were a playful cry, a scold or a deep unwanted secret that was only to be shared with her friend. As the women gracefully attend teen’s, tears become far more demanding, very frequent, stubborn, and rebellious and that is when tears are the very doldrums of their life. Women never knows when their friendly tear becomes their love life a string that needs no nudge, even a slight blow can destroy its true existence. Tear becomes their first love; it becomes teardrops of sweet nothing, a wild temper, friendly gossip of laughter, a sense of neglect or else separation. Tear can rip one’s emotional balance; rather it is the proof that the woman is ripped. Women tears are blamed to be an excuse to melt people heart, for the opposite gender claim that women has the best self defense named tear. Then why women’s tears are unheard when they are treated as inferior section of society, why no one understands the tear that comes while signing a divorce decree and while they are been forced upon. Women tears are rainbow colored when their tears are full of love, they have happy color when a loved one has achieved something, tears transform into a color of concern and sometimes it actually becomes bloody red. Some of the best tears were when the women was just a child, it had only one mood and one color. That tear was just of being cared and the color was see-through.