— Rekha as Chandni in Silsila (1981) + roses

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— Rekha as Chandni in Silsila (1981) + roses
VINITA BHATT in MR. AND MRS. '55 (1955)
Madhubala, armed with a guitar.
you cut off women from dancing, because girls of good characters do not indulge in such lewd activities. if they become one with their swaying hips, how will you hold down their bodies and spirits?
you cut off women from reading, because books have so many vile ideas about freedom and humanity. hence, they may begin to spin ideas from the yarn of knowledge, jeopardising the conditional safety of your cage.
you cut off women from adorning themselves lovingly, because lest they begin to like the shape of their noses or the curves of their waist; they will stop caring about other people and conforming to your standards of beauty.
you cut off women from expressing because girls from good families do not raise their voices. you say the devil resides in their voice boxes and if they don’t watch their tongues, they may taint the name of their families.
you cut off women from being, so the only thing they’re left with is fear and misery. grinding that terror on the stone of fate like grains, they toil away their lives.
then you call them many many rotten things if any of them refuses to believe this. still, if they don’t comply, force is applied repeatedly.
they become a skeleton of their potential self, grieving in secrecy; because privacy is a luxury. what if in the empty silence they finally start thinking & questioning?
yet, you wonder why they’re exhausted and angry, fighting silent wars within and outside.
A little something I recorded at an unreasonable hour...
(p.s. my neighbour aunty asked my mom why I'm always singing at night...At least I know I have an audience now 😭😮💨)
Song: In Ankhon Ki Masti 🩷
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SRK + Sad eyes 🥺
Chalti ka naam gaadi (1958)
Vyjayanthimala in Amrapali, 1966