When I'm born,I'm jeered at.When I'm a child,I'm made to believe that my reason for existence is somebody else.While I'm growing up,I'm discouraged to question.My brain and heart are numbed.I cannot die too,since it will bring infamity to my family.People would say,"At this age,what could have forced her to terminate herself ? She failed to materialize her fantasy.Such bad morals." I fast for the well-being of my father and brothers.When I outgrow my frocks,I'm let off to another household.There, I work for others, without pay.I have children but they treat me like a door-mat.Here too,I fast for my husband's and childrens' long,peaceful life.When the man of the house,who happens to be my "husband" dies,I shed a part of my soul.I have no right to live then,I just breathe and sit in a corner.Rest of my life is spent in praying-for death.They say, "Woman needs a man.In childhood,its father.In youth,its husband and in old age,i...
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but do link them na anwesa...its difficult to know their blogs when u only write their name and no blogroll also...!!
I've seen your name in Keshi's list, otherwise I would've chosen you too for the award :)
'coz If I deserve, you too deserve it.
"N congrats to others for winning the award!
thanx 4 d compliment..
i think i'v solved ur problem by adding a blog list..
:)
Its a prestigious award.
:)
And all of the winners deserve it.
:)
thanx 4 visiting..
thanx 4 visiting..aapka no. bhi aayega..
welcum my boy!
Loved the kesar burfi ;)
thanx...:)
ur most welcum!
well,if i'm d judge,u deserve..welcum..