Yes, I am a girl and I feel secure inside
my mother’s womb.
I am scared and anxious whether I
would be accommodated in
the society or will I be often neglected..
Today, I saw the first light… I cried for
the first time, I saw my mother’s
face with full of happiness and proud
but something was missing…
As I grew up, I was given to understand
who I am, I worked hard to prove
my worth… first in my family, then to
I felt the guilt of being a girl..
In school, college and university
I could remained only a roll number
before the world
A question often used to come to my
mind, that is, why I was always
be reminded of being sub citizen?
Being worshipped and molested at the
same time, my soul and pain lies somewhere in between this dichotomy..
Yes, I am a woman
I have my own identity, my own life
Though seldom I realise this fact.
Instead, it happens the other way round.
Yes, I would love to chase my goals
I would love to commit mistakes
I would like to chase my people around,
But, I am not allowed to even dream
any of these!!
Yes, I can also be in love, I can also
go wrong, aren’t am allowed
to move on!!!
Yes I would like to be a mother, it will
give me more strength….. but I
refuse to be considered a machine for
All that I want is freedom, a space to
grow, to live, tho create an
identity for myself… to choose the
people I want to be in my life…
Please don’t drag us to the extent, that
we would be searching reasons for our