To the background of gentle Bossa Nova raindrops I close my eyes and see a woman in white looking up to the sky while moving to the pitter patter in a soulful mood. Allowing the rain to fall on her face as she embraces heaven.
What makes a woman woman? And what is femininity?
I like the way a woman moves, from the old peranakan lady pulling her little market trolley crossing the streets in Katong to the sophisticated woman in power suits and tight skirts strolling along Shenton Way during lunch time.
I like the perseverance of woman, the single mothers bringing their kid to pre school before going to work and picking them up after work, the intelligent wife supporting their seasonal egoistic husbands, the spinster who works hard to save up for a lonely retirement, the hardworking student copying down lecture notes while having a bad day of period cramps.
Femininity is not just looking good and behaving classy, but to me its more like a similar trait that all woman have. The attention to detail, the sensitivity, the shyness, the unending quest to look nicer and many others.
Woman are to be respected, appreciated and loved.