(Guys, hello first of all.
this isn't a story but a mere opinion i thought was important to let out. please read it to the end. this really needs some attention.)

Mard Ko Dard Ho Hi Nahi Sakta!

Staying inside the four pink walls of my room, thinking a real man is always
perfumed with machismo and virility, I stepped outside. I realised, I wasn’t
in a pink walled room for so long, but tied in pink shackles that taught me to
live by chauvinism, patriarchy, misogyny and other argots put up for the
men of society. Until, I saw the tagline of Hero Honda Pleasure - “Why
should boys have all the fun?” really? Were the boys really having fun out
there?

Have you ever seen a man wailing and crying for his mama's brace? Or a man
shivering and trembling when a dog barks at him? The Man's face is always
like the sand at the beach, rough and still as if no water ever touched it, but
who knows there's still a flooded sea that runs deep within him. A man
mustn’t ever cry, always be tough and tall so that girls fall like they are on
banana peels when he walks by. Why must...