Abrupt

Because at the end of the day when a woman cries it is not because she is unable to undo the handcuffs.

It’s only because she was brought up in a vicinity where each and every person, and tree, and shade, and pet, and book, and every breath she takes, gave their extra best to mould her up in someone who just doesn't know how to come off the cuffs of liability.

When a woman cries, it's not because people left her out, it's when she watches all those mother figures implausibly supporting the dead dominance of the dominant masculines. When a woman cries, its not because she cant be alone. Its not because she cant function on her own.

It’s only because the ability to do so was brutally seized.