Some thoughts that I want to spill at this hour. Especially to girls, women.
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Today, I realised how grateful I am to my parents for standing with me, not against me. For accepting my dreams without putting an exclamation mark on it ! Today, I’m grateful to all those parents who respects their children as an individual and not a business proposal. .
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Standing and touching a foreign land like Paris was a childhood dream not just for me, but for many. And that too as a single, independent woman and not some extravagant honeymoon offer. Today, all of this that I’m doing, wearing, writing, eating, speaking, travelling, I couldn’t have made it possible if my parents were of a narrow-minded era. If my parents would have accepted the society norms of marrying a daughter off at 21 ! .
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Here, tonight, I’m not bragging but I’m extremely transparently indebted to my parents for not sitting on the regulatory chair of indian society. All these thoughts barged at my brain’s door when I saw someone I know being tortured by their parents at the same age as mine all because she dared to love. All because she dared to be a separate identity, all because she defied their yield as “their” daughter. I pity her, and I pity them for they fail to understand what monsters they are to scale their daughter on a weighing scale without even peeping into her heart for once. I long to free those souls. I wish they gather up enough courage to understand that giving birth is a cycle of process that is necessary for mankind to thrive. For that you don’t have kill your happiness for theirs. Be grateful to your mother for bearing that pain but at the same time, remember you are an individual, though the same genes, but a different emotional composition than your parents. You have to remember, they won’t be there to live your life. Hence, stop being scared, stop being drained by your family. Speak up or you will never be able to experience the beauty of this world, the beauty of love. .
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Spread love and don’t be scared to be “YOU”. Goodnight