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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Congrats dear!
A sweet 100!
congrattzzz gal :)
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and thank you for letting us into your share of memories and anwe-ism....
have loved your writing and will love it always ;)
may you have a 1000 more of such 100's
take care and keep writing...........
Here's looking forward to 100s and 100s of posts of urs.
urs..hemu..
urs..hemu..
Keep smiling!
That's a Big Achievement !!!
All the Best Anwesa di.. :)
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