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Little Women : A Celebration of Femininity



"Women, they have minds, and they have souls, as well as just hearts. And they’ve got ambition, and they’ve got talent, as well as just beauty. I’m so sick of people saying that love is all a woman is fit for.”Jo March in Little Women(2019) says this words not just for the sake of saying but to assure others that she really wants to be recognized and accepted for being what she is. 

Little women's transition from girlhood to womanhood, falling in and out of love, making sacrifices,being happy at little things, and chasing their dreams speaks for every women out there.The beautiful movie adaptation of the novel of the same name written on the background of American civil war, a time when the society denounced the ambitions of women,will leave us wistful and teary-eyed. These five little women,with their closely-knit family celebrate their femininity and individualism to become something beyond an ordinary wife. The matured,sensible and talented Meg, independent, strong and fierce Jo, the practical and artistic Amy and the introverted,charitable and quiet Beth, all of them throws light into the different traits in females around us which sometimes we fail to recognize and accept.And this sisterhood in which they adhere to each other's dreams is necessary for every female to come forward.

The scenes of the girls sacrificing their Christmas breakfast,the heart touching bonding of Jo and Beth,the death of Beth,a devastated Jo destroying her letter to Laurie,an ambitious Jo writing her novel immersed in her imaginary world and her glow in the face at the sight of her book always fill our hearts with ambivalent feelings and eyes with tears.And it declares to all the Megs, Jos, Amys and Beths out there to "Love...all your days, if you choose, but don't let it spoil you, for it's wicked to throw away so many good gifts because you can't have the one you want".

A.C

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