The Two Faces of a Feminine

Aarohi had always been a quiet girl, raised to believe that silence was strength. But silence never helped her when her boss took credit for her work, when her family dismissed her dreams, or when she felt invisible in a room full of voices.

One evening, she wandered into a temple, not out of faith but out of exhaustion. The massive idol of Goddess Durga stood before her—fierce, powerful, yet with eyes full of warmth. Aarohi found herself whispering, "How do you do it? How are you strong and kind at the same time?"

Life answered soon enough.

The next morning, her boss interrupted her again in a meeting. This time, Aarohi didn’t shrink. “Actually, I led that project,” she said, her voice steady. For the first time, people listened. The fire of Durga had ignited within her.

That evening, her younger brother called, struggling with his career choices. She set aside her work and listened patiently, guiding him without judgment. In that moment, she was Durga, the mother—offering strength through care.

Aarohi realized then: Durga wasn’t just a goddess in temples. She was the fight in a woman who refused to be silenced. She was the warmth in a sister who uplifted her family. She was every moment where strength and kindness walked together.

Durga wasn’t outside. She had been within her all along.