My thought's........

“Do I want to write this?” “Should I?” Being a woman, these strange yet familiar thoughts worry me. Still, possessing a stubborn heart of women I am here meting out the details of exactly what I feel...

I feel like a bird. I wish to fly high up in the sky, but even before I begin my journey I realize my wings are broken…can I ever fly so high and touch the sky? The moment I discovered I passed my teenage there were murmurs around which made me suspicious of my own dreams and ambitions that I still yearn to fulfill. “Marriageable age”! The relatives breathe in the air of gossip and the word marriage of the other children ring a kind of excitement in their lives as if they were living for this day. The carousal begins much before the consent of the concerned person and I find this part most ridiculous. What is so beautiful about the entire episode? My all academic qualifications as well as moral teachings fail before this question. I genuinely feel either it is a sin to be born as a woman or it is a sin to have any relatives. Whatever be the case, the worst part is Marriage do comes in if not today, tomorrow it surely will. Yes of course it is important, not because sociology books say so but because I understand the practicality and logical reasons behind it. In addition, thank god I do agree with them too.
Fortunately, blessed are my parents that I am not a kind of a girl who disbelieves in the very institution of Marriage. It happens to everyone, it will happen to me one day. HOWEVER, there is something called the right time, which other than my dear friends and me no one can understand not even tries to. Without a least effort, every one of them seems to be in a hurry to kick me out of the house without even giving a second thought what it means to me. A house in which a girl spends the most important years, the walls become her confidante, in the lap of which she confides, attached to very corner are some precious memories…some good, some bad…but who cares? If any human on this earth opines that all this for a girl is not scary does not deserves to be called a human. My apologies for making this statement, but this is a fact. I envy my opposite sex. I wonder what games life plays with women. She has the strongest heart and yet she is so sensitive, she is of different shades yet she has her own identity, she is so emotional yet ready to sacrifice, she deserves the most yet she is not demanding… she is epitome of innocence.

I should be saying I am glad to be women…But I cannot. Some bitter truths about my own sex pinch me hard. May be its an exaggeration but I still wonder why marriage is so important other than a biological need of a human being? When it comes to women, the very perceptions, reasons of Marriage changes. Why? I do need an answer. Where do I look for it? I am afraid to look inside my heart, as it is a heart of women…just for the sake of society it might not speak out the harsh truth! I wonder… “What if my wings are not broken, and I began my journey, flying high up in the sky, I would rush through the air, travel across the universe, fly as high as I could…living my dreams…cutting across all the barriers…I don’t wish to come back…even if they want to trap me in a cage…I would shout from above, freedom is my birth, let me have it…