Amrita Pritam had the rare capacity to delve deep into the female psyche. Her female characters, the portrait of grit and determination, were reflection of real women. She was able to record pains of women in black and white not because she was women herself but because she was the owner of a sensitive heart, which liked to venture into untouched zones of theirs. Above all what makes her a distinguished personality is the fact that she remained in touch with the gross realities of life even as she came to achieve one milestone after another.
Probably this is why her short stories are a feast for the minds of conscious readers, being able to give rise to aesthetic odyssey. When writers of her times were narrating woes of the ornamental women, she had the guts to bring forth tales of women trapped in miseries of life with candid sincerity. With her departure, the women have lost representative of their self.
An Excerpt From Her Writings:
Today I have erased the number of my house
And removed the stain of identity on my street’s forehead
And I have wiped the direction on each road
But if you really want to meet me
Then knock at the doors of every country
Every city, every street
And wherever a glimpse of a free spirit exists
That will be my home.(Translated Version)
