It was a pleasant Sunday morning, the women in the house wake up early in the morning, the kids and husband are still asleep, she gets freshen up and heads to the kitchen to soak urad dal to make vadas (Indian snack) for the breakfast, then open the door lock and walks out to find the newspaper scattered and milk at the gate, she slowly collects the paper together and picks up the milk, keeps the newspaper at the table and takes the milk to kitchen washes the packet and keeps it for boiling.

The next thing she does is to go out to dust the entrance and wash it with water for putting kolam (kolam is a design drawn with dots and lines at the house entrance welcoming people coming home, the stories of kolam are many but in one they compare the dots to the male and the line to female) by then the milk in the kitchen start boiling and it is just about to pour out then she rushes back to switch it off, from there the mother walks to the bedroom wakes her daughter up telling wake up it's early in the morning go and put kolam outside I have washed it, the little girl is sleepy and pleads "amma please 2 mins I am feeling very sleepy" she smiles and gets back to the kitchen to make coffee, after 5 mins this little girl wakes up and gets freshen up and heads outside the house to put kolam at the entrance she draws kolam and is very happy with her design and asks "amma how is it?", "very beautiful" replys mother.

Then both mother and daughter sit together and have their morning coffee, little Jovi asks her mother "amma, why didn't you wake up appa (father) and anna (elder brother) yet," replying to this the mother says, "they will be tired let them take rest it's Sunday today".

Jovi asks "don't we need rest" as a reply the mother gives her a wide smile and sips her coffee and asks how is the coffee tasting today and continues chatting about random things.

Later, the mother gets to the kitchen and asks her daughter to help her in the kitchen and say "I am making your favourite dosa will you learn to make dosa today", while cooking she teaches her daughter that "appa likes it spicy add some more pepper powder, anna likes this sambar more". 

By then the father and son wake up, get freshened up and come. The father sits reading the newspaper and the boy starts his work out on the lawn, hot cup of coffee is served to both of them at their places.

A woman in this household believes that doing all this is her duty and if she misses doing any of it then it's her fault, a man equally demands all this service from women in the family regardless of she being a career woman or not. If she is not in a position to do it then it is her duty to assign someone to do it for him because he is been though to expect this from a woman. 

If you are an Indian woman reading this I am very sure you can relate to this and for others, this is a typical morning of an Indian women's life, which she is very proud of and happily living. With great pride, she teaches the same to her future generations and expects them to follow in her footsteps.

All the successful and inspiring Indian women we are all familiar with, also would have had a woman like this in their life.

This woman does nothing for herself even her hobbies would be useful for her families like knitting or gardening or something useful to her house because in her opinion her happiness is her house and family.

She takes care of everyone in the family - their likes, dislikes, emotions and handles them in their ups-and-downs only to let others take her for granted. She is aware of everything yet would be the first to extend the help to her family's needs. 

This wonderful human being in the family dedicates herself even though she would get judged, frustrated, stressed, and depressed at times because of her husband and others behavior towards her, she is been thought to deal with all those by telling herself that she is a woman, she is kind, she has great patient, she is strong, can deal with everything because she is the 'Great Indian Women', only to fool herself and cry to herself on her fate in darkness helplessly, this is her, the true her, with a wide smile and a tear rolling down her cheek ... the 'Great Indian Women' ...