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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take care and keep writing..........
you have again written beautifully... loved it
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Yes... An ode to YOU beautifully written.
Loved it!!
well written!
keep smiling..! :)
I hope there is an end.
Yes,pain aplenty.
And your words encouraged me, as always.
:) That's so sweet of you !
Thanks !!
:) Thanks dear !
Yes,you're almost right.
Thanks for the compliment !
Yes its "only for you" where "You" is a figment of my imagination.
thanks dear !
thank you dear !!!
:)
easy to say, hard to do.