A very queer, composite being thus emerges. Imaginatively she is of the highest importance; practically she is completely insignificant. She pervades poetry from cover to cover; she is all but absent from history. She dominates the lives of kings and conquerors in fiction; in fact she was the slave of any boy whose parents forced a ring upon her finger.
Never though of this, mirros the history of Indian society so well, where in the name of feminism, we celeberate mystic or fiction tales of female heroicism while the current generation is ignored and subjugated to the illwill of the society.
