In the last 10 days, I finished a whole novel which is quite an achievement in the present times considering my debilitated attention span. Vinegar girl by Ann Tyler. It's an average retelling of the Shakespearean comedy, 'The taming of the shrew'. Ann Tyler has written better novels.
I could never understand why the taming was necessary. People need to understand one thing; nothing, not even love, can justify clipping a woman's wings.
I may choose to be selfish, insecure, angry, scared and ruthless. Not always. Just sometimes. You must understand it is okay to be a different self now and then. Let me have the space. But do not go away. Love me with a tenderness that melts away the negativity and cocoons me in peace. I shall do the same for you.
