She will go to any lengths in this offering of herself. It is her nature to nurture.
All while Father watches from afar, accepting, isolated by his very role.
Throughout my travels across India, I consistently observed a specific dynamic between the local men and women.
The woman always seemed to be at the centre of the household, the family and the community, doing everything to sustain and maintain life. The man would appear to casually orbit around her, immersed in self-pleasure and apathy.
The woman is the essence of mother nature, the earth she holds is her baby, and the planet in the distance is the father.
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