A woman too has a little self beyond the roles that she plays. That self only craves for that little bit, which has been passed over or been taken for granted. That missing bit, ignored again and again, leads to a vacuum that nothing can or will fill. Draupadi, a woman who was denied childhood, sought love in the valor of the world’s best archer, and the bit in her was crushed time and again when she had to share her love, when she had to welcome another woman, and the culmination was when her mighty husbands became mute spectators to her public disrobement; no amount of valor on the battlefield could fill those missing bits, which, when denied, left a black hole full of sorrow and bitterness. The vacuum that Sita felt when she had to take the test of fire; no matter that her husband had vanquished the mightiest, but that test, a moment of truth, threw light on that glaring, missing bit.
