The Untold Perspectives

There’s a woman we all know, though many may not acknowledge her enough. She is the person who wakes up before the rest, ensuring everything is in order. For over a decade, she juggled her husband’s hospital and her own clothing business, alongside unfinished academic pursuits. Unlike many who remain quiet, she always spoke up. Yet, her voice was consistently drowned out by the needs and demands of those around her. In the hospital, she wasn’t a silent figure in the background. She managed the administrative tasks, organized the chaos, and constantly made sure things ran smoothly. But despite her efforts and attempts to assert herself, her contributions were ignored. Her husband’s partners and the hospital staff never saw her as more than "the wife," dismissing her professional input. She was denied respect, even though she repeatedly made her presence and opinions clear. Running her clothing business was no different. What began as a passion project soon became a burden she ...

In a small Indian town, Ramesh and Meera had been married for ten years. Outwardly, they were a couple with everything going for them—successful careers, a loving relationship, and a home filled with warmth. But beneath the surface, they carried a burden that few knew about. Over the years, they had suffered multiple miscarriages, each loss cutting deeper than the last. They had chosen to keep this pain private, sharing it only with a few close friends. But even that didn’t spare them from the quiet cruelty of constant reminders of what they lacked. As time went on, their friends’ lives unfolded differently. Many of them, having married around the same time, had children. At first, it was the excitement of the first pregnancy announcement, followed by baby showers and birth photos. Then came the updates about their second or third children, with stories of sleepless nights, milestones, and school admissions. Every social gathering was filled with chatter about children, parenthood, and...