Sangita Jogi has a dream. It’s a simple one: she wants to be many different women. Currently she’s young, she lives in a village in rural R...
Sangita Jogi has a dream. It’s a simple one: she wants to be many different women. Currently she’s young, she lives in a village in rural Rajasthan, is a mother of two children, she’s the youngest daughter-in-law in a family of manual labourers. She cooks, cleans, feeds the family and, when her elder sisters-in-law go out to work in the fields, she looks after their children and her own. As the youngest in the hierarchy, this is her responsibility.
Her day is full, often overfull, and there’s little time for leisure. But the burden of work cannot stop the untrammelled journeys of the mind. So, no matter how busy she is, Sangeeta holds her dreams in her heart and with them, the mind journeys far and wide and the dreams take her where reality cannot manage to go.
It’s not that when she allows the mind to roam free, Sangita slacks off her work (women are often told, and indeed sometimes they believe it too, that dreams are not for them as they take attention away from their work), or that she is filled with resentment at what she does not have (for example the freedom the women in her dreams have).
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