Why She Cries?

One day, a little boy named Vivek found his mother in tears. Puzzled, he asked, "Ma, why are you crying?"

With a gentle smile and misty eyes, she replied, "Because I am a woman, my child."

Vivek did not understand. He watched as his mother wept silently, her tears flowing like an unspoken language of sorrow and strength. She pulled him close, hugging him with the weight of emotions he could not yet fathom.

That evening, the curious boy turned to his father. "Baba, why does Ma cry for no reason?"

His father sighed, a knowing look in his eyes, and said, "All women cry without reason, my son."

Yet, this answer did not satisfy the growing mind of young Vivek. As years passed and he became a man, the question lingered in his heart—why do women cry?

Unable to find an answer in the world around him, he turned to the heavens and asked, "O God, tell me—why do women cry?"

And God answered:

"When I created woman, I made her special.

I forged her shoulders strong enough to bear the weight of the world, yet tender enough to cradle the ones she loves.

I gifted her an unshakable spirit, so she could endure the pain of childbirth and the trials of life, yet a heart so soft that it beats with boundless love.

I gave her the wisdom to nurture, the patience to endure, and the courage to sacrifice without complaint.

I wove into her soul the strength to carry her family through storms, to stand resilient in the face of sorrow, and to love even when unappreciated.

And in the midst of all this, I gave her tears—not as a sign of weakness, but as a gift.

A woman's tears are not without reason, my son. They are the silent prayers of the heart, the unspoken words of love, the whispers of pain and joy, of longing and fulfillment.

When you see a woman cry, do not ask why. Instead, cherish her, embrace her, and remind her of her worth.

For even if she still weeps, she will know—she is loved, she is valued, she is extraordinary."