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We all dream for a better world for our little ones. Read this beautiful post in which a mother is wishing for a fair world for her daughter.
A world for my daughter, not as dark but as safe as the womb in which I sheltered her for months together. If only chromosomes din’t decide capabilities and her arrival could be met with drops of joy and not tears of regret.
A world for my daughter, where sending her to school is not a dream and keeping her in school is not a challenge. If only school could be a place where the only time her skirt rides up is when she is jumping with matchless delight!
A world for my daughter, where there are princess dolls, just like there are dolls that she can look up to. If only every female superhero had something more than just big breasts that she could desire.
A world for my daughter, where ‘you throw like a girl’ is a compliment. If only muscles were not masculine, football was not just for boys and parallel parking is not a gender-based skill.
A world for my daughter, where she has the freedom and time to bloom into a young woman. If only a little girl is not forcefully reminded that she is a young woman by lusty stares and sweaty hands in a crowded street.
A world for my daughter, where religion has more sensible things to do than making decisions about her vagina and how much skin she can show. If only there was a god who can love her for being the human she was created to be!
A world for my daughter, where her aspirations don’t have to be the size of sea shells that fit a glass bottle called family. They must be timeless and infinite like the universe. If only her achievements could find half the screen time as her cleavage, we would realize that women hold up half the sky.
A world for my daughter, where two buttons down, red lipstick and a drink in her hand is not your license to rape. If only she could claim justice without looking at your raised eye-brows and shameless voice that asks “What were you wearing”?
A world for my daughter, a place where the size of her heels does not determine the size of her brains. A world for my daughter where her professional achievements are not met with shrewd smirks. If only the judiciary could add to its list of bans, the words “We all know how she got that promotion”.
A world for my daughter, where she doesn’t have to live up to the frigid images of morbid perfection that you come up with. If only she could be that little girl, flirting shamelessly, dancing without inhibitions and seducing this life with her irresistible young charms!
A world for my daughter, where her virginity is not a matter of national concern and she can make love with passion and not obligation. If only sex came guilt free and chocolate came fat free, what a happy life it would be!
A world for my daughter, where you call her by the name I gave her. If only you knew how long I spent to pick that beautiful name for her, you probably wouldn’t call her a slut or a bitch.
A world for my daughter, where motherhood is a choice and not a contract she signed with god when she was born. If only we could use the words ‘good news’ for times other than when a woman gets knocked up!
A world for my daughter, where she is not crushed in the womb, sold off to fate before she can count to a hundred or succumbed by social pressures to be a less capable version of her. If only more fathers could pick up their daughters like mine did and look at them like life’s biggest blessing.
A world for my daughter, I don’t ask, I demand; for if your culture has no place for her, it is no culture.
A world where every time she is late by a few seconds, I don’t imagine your alcohol-laced breath blowing over her lips. Give me a world for my daughter, where she is not frightened.
And also, give me a world, where my son is not afraid to say that he is afraid.
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A marketing graduate from the Indian School Of Business, Nandhitha is passionate about writing. She loves to write about the world around her and also enjoys dabbling with fiction/poetry. read more...
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'Dr Saloni will take care of everything,' my MIL said. My cowardly husband refused to go against his mother’s wishes. I was left to fend for myself!
Some time ago, I went to a marriage ceremony with my parents. It was a very high-profile marriage – not the ones we usually were invited to – but in this case it was Ramesh uncle’s son’s marriage. Ramesh uncle was my father’s first cousin. He began his career as a humble elevator operator at the TIC business group. With his sheer hard work, grit, and the knack of sensing the right opportunities, within eighteen years he became the president of the company. My father and he were the best of friends during their school time.
Half an hour before the stipulated time, we left our house, hired an auto and reached the venue. All four of us were in our best outfits. Getting out of the auto and looking at each other, we were highly convinced that we were going to fit in just right. As we crossed the dazzling and beautiful portico, we felt very insignificant compared to the big lawn and building lying ahead.
Mother was wearing all the jewellery she had got, including the big old-fashioned necklace, earrings and shiny bangles. Father was wearing a velvet coat, brother had put on a light orange shirt with a black check coat, I myself was wearing a red salwar kurta with a net dupatta. I had put on a necklace with red beads which at the time of wearing looked very pretty to me. Now looking at the other guests, I felt all four of us must be looking like clowns who had come for a fancy-dress competition. I felt my brother and parents were also feeling self-conscious and uneasy now.
Live-in relationships are legal in the eyes of the law. Read on to know more on the rights of women in live-in relationships.
Live-in relationships may sound exciting. But sometimes they become complicated, especially for women and the children born from a live-in relationship. It’s important to be aware of rights of women in live-in relationships.
Live-in relationships are where a woman and man live under one roof with mutual consent, like husband and wife, but without getting married. This has become very common in metropolitan cities these days, where two independent people simply do not want to get married. This relationship can be terminated without the consent of the other party.
Live-in relation may not be recognized completely at the social level, but Indian law does consider this relationship to be legal.
When my almost five-year-old daughter fell off the bed and suffered a femur shaft fracture, my husband and I blamed ourselves. But my wonderful daughter surprised us -- here are 3 lessons I learned from my little daughter.
When my almost five-year-old daughter fell off the bed and suffered a femur shaft fracture, my husband and I blamed ourselves. But my wonderful daughter surprised us — here are 3 lessons I learned from my daughter.
It was 1 am and we were deep asleep. Suddenly a thud occurred followed by a shrill of weeping. I at once knew it was my daughter.
I looked downwards and found her on the floor weeping. She had fallen down and in just two minutes my world was upside down. She had broken her thigh bone with a femur shaft fracture. We immediately took her to the doctor and she was operated next day at 4 pm. All this while we, my husband and I, kept blaming ourselves for being careless.
Does a parent's responsibility end with the daughter's marriage? Here is an evocative look at the support parents can extend to their married daughter.
Does a parent’s responsibility end with the daughter’s marriage? Here is an evocative look at the support parents can extend to their married daughter.
We live in a society where domestic violence and male chauvinism is a reality, and not just in the rural areas. So much of pain and misery could be avoided if the brides’ parents refuse to succumb to society’s definition of their role in their married daughters’ lives, and realise that their daughters, married or otherwise, are not a burden, or an object that is in their lives on borrowed time. I dream of a world where every bride’s father would have the courage to sit the groom down and say the following things to him: