Story of someone I know...

I am born a girl in a Hindu family. Women are considered as  Goddesses in my society. My family is extremely reputed. They want me to be educated and self-dependent  but not more than my husband (to be). My family believes in the concept of freedom given to the children, so that they learn to live their ways. I have the liberty to go around the streets, play with my friends, swim, climb up trees and do all that a guy of my age does  but not after the sun sets . My dad loves 'me' the most on earth  after, my brother . My dad buys me dolls because I love to play with them and being a girl I am being trained to take interest in gender-based roles . He buys me beautiful bangles because they look good on me and the society can exercise its power on the ones who are bound with the handcuffs. This year is the last year for me in school because according to my reputed family, st...

Beast of burden!   I was dragging myself in the vast stretches of desert. All that I wished for, was a few drops of water to relish. The scorching Sun had sucked in all my blood. My sense organs had given up for the want of water. The sun had proved its dominance over me. Hot air blew past my body. I could no longer keep my eyes open. Nature has taken a complete toll. I was worse than a slave. My master whacked me with a stick. It was to indicate that I should be running now. He failed to understand the power built over me by the heat, however hard I tried to protest. I had already stooped down. I saw a tiny Scorpion peeping. I felt miserable seeing him carrying no burden. Desert grasses and cactus flowers grew nearby. But my eyes were only in search of water. Soon my senses had stopped responding. And only then I saw water in front of my eyes. I dragged myself and my master with all his goods burdened on me. This was the last motivation left for me to live- WATER. I s...