From those innocent giggles to the laughter to the expectations and then the responsibilities! Is that all a girl's life is defined as? Spreading love and cheer everywhere she goes. Bringing smiles on everyone's face. This is how one sees a girl. But is this right? Is it right to judge her life being based on only such expectations? When is the time that "they" think about "her" expectations too? Her feelings! Does anybody care to spend sometime with her, talking to her, showing their love to her in that special way that she wants them to show it to her?
The minute she is born, she brings along with her the happiness, making her mother brimming with that 'happy' pride of having her successor of the kitchen to take over and help her with the everday chores and share those snippets of her life; making her father the happiest to having gotten his prayers fulfilled, making her siblings jump with joy of having gotten a companion to share with, to play with and to be with!
'She grows up too soon', they say. The mother recalls all the moments she spent of her life bringing her daughter up in a closed shell, away from the evils. The father calls to his mind how he took care of the 'apple of his eyes' all these years, warding off all the ills that came her way. The brother remembers how he protected her from everybody, from the "evil beings" of the society with whom the girl wants to be and play!!
And then comes that special person of her life whom she chooses. Is she right? Is she wrong? A plethora of arcane thoughts cloud her mind. Her frantic efforts of finding apposite answers to these baffles are exhibited as she tries to strike a balance between the two lives that she lives now. She goes expressing her feelings to every soul whom she confides in.
But she is clueless as to who is the actual confidant? Who is the one whom she can confide in sans any dubious feeling in her? Is it him? Is that her... she wonders! And then one fine day, as the pent up feelings become heavier and heavier for her.... she bursts out! And how she does! One might wonder if she is the same girl that they gave birth to? played with? loved? Is she the one they dreamed to be how they wanted?
She questions herself! Who am I? Am I the one they carved their dreams around? Or do I have an identity of my own? Why am I unable to do what my heart says? Why are there uncountable statistically proven n-number of reasons why I cant be myself? Who is the one who decides what I have to do? study? work? or just be what I aspire to be?
She wonders if she is the one what the world thinks of? A woman! A dependent! As she unfolds the conundrums of life, she realises that she has an identity of her own! She then gets her answers slowly as she progresses towards attaining and fulfilling her desires, sadly but mentally! For now, she is going to step into a new world between her and her soulmate. She travels a journey of being dependent on her father to being depepndent on her husband! She proves so as she applies for all those government documents that need a proof of her existence! A proof of being someone's daughter or wife?!
Has one ever wondered why there are no official documents that ask for "Mother's name" or "Wife's name"? Why has it been an age-old custom of recognising a person only when the documents contain his/her father's name? Why isn't a mother's name and existence celebrated? Why do we always forget that it is because of the woman.. the Mother.. that these men came onto existence and proudly claim their official rights and grants of superiority? Why are these women suppressed?
She loses herself in deep contemplation about the uncertainity of attaining her dreams as she finds herself responsible of balancing her family. She finds herself responsible of the tiny souls that she bears. She finds herself responsible for everything that happens around her.
Who then wonders what they are responsible of, for her? Who then wonders what she always dreamed? Who then wonders what her hidden bottled feelings and desires were??
