Yes, Men Cry Too

Dear reader,
It’s been a while since I poured my thoughts here. Life, in its usual chaos, kept moving—quietly, relentlessly.
Many things changed. Some broke and got mended. Some remained half-stitched. But here I am again… back at this little corner, I call mine, ready to share something I’ve been sitting with for a while.
You’ve probably read my last post—one where I spoke about women and their silent strength, their unnoticed roles. But today, I want to flip the lens.
Today, I want to talk about a man. Or maybe, men.
Yes, you heard that right.

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Let’s Talk About them…
I grew up watching Bollywood movies—those heroic moments where the man fights ten goons, saves the world, and never sheds a tear.
We Gave Them Swords, Not Safety
Feminism Doesn’t Mean Forgetting Men

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The world often speaks of what women endure—and rightly so. But in doing that, somewhere we’ve stopped listening to the quiet ache in a man’s heart.

I’ve seen it. I’ve felt it.

I want to talk about their emotional upbringing, their silent conditioning, and the truth we often shy away from…

I’ve seen men cry.

And honestly, it shook something inside me.

"Mard ko dard nahi hota." That line became a punchline. A legacy. But life isn’t a movie scene.

In real life, I’ve seen a friend break down in silence after losing his job. I’ve seen someone cry in a corner at 2AM, not knowing how to express his heartbreak. I’ve seen a man gulp down emotions at a funeral because he had to “handle things.”

We taught boys how to lift weights, climb trees, fix bikes, earn for family, be menly, achieve big … but we never taught them how to cry without shame, how to say “I’m scared,” or even just how to feel.

Isn’t that our fault?

We trained them to be providers, not processors of emotions.

And now, suddenly, we want them to be emotionally intelligent, vulnerable, and expressive—all while carrying the same old weight of responsibility.

Unfair, right?

I believe in feminism—with my whole heart.

But for me, feminism doesn’t mean building walls. It means bridging gaps.

It means understanding that patriarchy hurts men too. That men, too, were conditioned into roles they never chose.

So no, this isn’t a blame game. This is just a soft nudge—an invitation to look around and really see the men in our lives.

The ones who never cry in public but fall apart in private.

The ones who smile through anxiety.

The ones who say “I’m fine” when they’re clearly not.

I’m Lucky… Because I’ve Seen

I’m lucky… Because I’ve seen men not afraid to cry.

Not afraid to say, “I don’t know what I’m feeling.”

Not afraid to admit they need help, love, or just… a hug.

And let me tell you, it’s beautiful.

It’s powerful.

To see a man become whole, not just in strength, but in softness.

Maybe next time a man opens up to you, don’t rush to fix him.

Don’t ask him to “man up.” Just sit. Listen. Hold space. Let’s stop saying, “Be a man.” Let’s start by saying, “Just be human.”

Because Here’s the Truth...

Men don’t need to be superheroes.

They need to be seen. Heard. Felt. Understood.

And yes… men cry too.

And honestly?

That’s where their strength begins.

To all the Men

With love,

Ruchi🌿