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Assertion or Matter of Fact for Women in Society



First published at my Goodreads blog.

It has been over a year and half when my first published book “Footprints” was released.

I am writing as autumn sunshine starts to pour and fills in as warmth. Seasons have not bit changed to my perception of comfort. Reminding my book, my previous visit to city out of placid flat I am occupying had been to observe a nifty manner in which people move around. 

The effort looks good to watch how shelves are replaced with goods than choices. Small shops have associative need and deportment of standards of working classes. In malls where labels are restricted to inch-of-square spaces, mild matter of fact is customer’s assertion. He/She can make or break a system.
Learning from this theory I find useful to apply it to women empowerment sector. Assertion according to Oxford Dictionaries is a confident and forceful statement of fact or belief. Could assertion be about emphasizing or set of recommendations or matter of fact?

Companies have come understand about customers’ preferences and tried to reach them in every corner of the world creating a chain of consumerism and also luxury or lifestyle. How similarly women could be understood in society?

Preferably in no menial terms women could be talked about in society. We cannot impose on ourselves an elucidating culture, besides our responsibilities should become vocal in manner of our power.
Assertion should not be loud but likeness acceptable as social behavior. When writing poems for “Footprints” I drew various points what women might learn from women. There is always subliminal assertion about womanhood which transcends to create an image of strong women.

Living independently though there is stress for performance and ability, I find behavior is essential for long go and also for a consistent character. Modern and open culture is hard to endorse, for women it should be less challenging.   

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