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The Art of Unlearning: A Quiet Revolution in Udaipur
Udaipur, July 20, 2025
In a quiet sunlit room, away from life’s daily rush, women came together for something more than a meet-up. They came to remember who they were. The Women Gazette’s Art of Unlearning meet-up, led by Divleen kaur, invited them to step outside their everyday roles and simply breathe.
Entrepreneurs, students, creatives, and mothers gathered, not to network, but to connect. The session began with a simple act: writing down two roles they carried and wearing them proudly on their chests. Words like “wife,” “founder,” “daughter,” “caregiver” appeared on bright post-its. For a moment, they wore these labels with intention, acknowledging their weight. Then, with quiet courage, they placed them on the wall not to discard them, but to set them aside.
Next came a moment of gentle rebellion. Each woman was invited to rename herself picking a playful, made-up, or even fictional name that felt free. These names were more than fun; they cracked open a space for forgotten parts of themselves to breathe again.
The group then closed their eyes for a guided visualization. They imagined a heavy bag, overflowing with guilt, pressure, expectations they never chose. A peaceful lake in their minds, they pictured releasing that burden, one item at a time, letting it sink and drift away. Then, filling the bag with what they wanted: rest, boundaries, kindness toward themselves, a soft sort of courage.
When the room opened to conversation, stories flowed about losing their sense of self after marriage, about the exhaustion of people-pleasing, about homes where their voices felt small. Tears were shared, but so was understanding. In each other’s struggles, they recognized a piece of themselves.
At the end, each woman held a balloon, scribbling on it the unspoken roles and silent pressures they had carried for too long. In a moment of collective release, they bursted them together. The sound was small, but the relief was enormous.
When the day ended, the floor was filled with broken balloons and tear-marked papers, but the air felt lighter. No, it did not fix everything but it made space. And sometimes, making space is the bravest beginning of all.
By Yash Bharti.
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