Ms. Typewriter

"One day you will leave this house and it will be all mine." - Jay teased his elder sister. "That one day is never going to come."- Sheetal pouted angrily. Sura smiled looking at them. It brought back those memories when she used to say the same -" I am not going anywhere. This is my house too." She used to tell her mother. Her mother would say holding back her tears -" Every girl has to leave her house one day. The day she gets married she will never have a house. Sura would often think that her mother was being old fashioned, but she never knew even after being educated , she will also have to face the same situation. Sura was married to Raj immediately after she completed her graduation. His was a joint family and she grew up in a nuclear family. It wasn't easy for her to adjust there. She had to make lot of compromises. She would often complain about it to her mother. But her mother would just smile and say -" Everything will

When she is born, She becomes someone's daughter, She becomes someone's pride. When she grows up, She becomes someone's wife, She becomes someone's possession. When she is at the peak of her career, She becomes a mother, She becomes someone's world. When she grows old, She thinks, 'What is her identity?' She is a daughter, a wife, a mother, But she always forgot to live as a woman! What is her identity after all?

Behind a strong woman, There are hot tears shed in the darkness of the night, There are countless words which is buried deep down in her heart, There are numerous negative thoughts hidden in the diary, There are endless nights spend worrying about the future, There are deep wounds which would take years to heal, There are so many complaints which no one wants to hear, There are promises which once broke her into pieces which can never join, There was her pure love which was taken for granted, Behind every strong woman there are millions of stories which no one wants to read!

I have felt like this year, 2021 has passed so very soon. Its like this year has come to an end in the blink of eye. But, this year was one  the hardest year of my life. I have learned that no matter how hard you love someone , eventually they are going to give you such a pain which you will never forget for the rest of your life. Not all people are meant to stay in your life. Some are lessons and some become memories. Your self worth should never be defined by the amount of people you have your life. Some stay for their benefit. When that's finished, they leave and you have nothing left to shed except tears. Your tears are valuable don't use it on such people. Its better to have a one genuine friend than ten fake friends. So don't worry if your friend circle is small. All you need is that one friend who you could trust and rely whenever needed in life. Don't look at your life like a still water. Your life is like a ship which sails on the sea. It moves slow

As you are getting ready in that red outfit today, my eyes are welled up. How fast you grew up? Are you the same baby girl who I held tenderly for the first time with tears of joy in my eyes? Each time when you cried I cried along with you because I was a new mom who didn't know anything about you. Gradually, we developed a bond and you were my world.   The first time when you went to school was the hardest for me. I spend the while day crying and worrying about how you would be without me. But, you were my strong girl, who learned everything without any fear. Today you would be leaving me and I hope you would learn to live happily there also. I still remember the day when you were bullied for the first time. You cried and lost hope. But, I taught you how to fight back when someone opresses you. I hope you would raise your voice every time when someone abuses you and wrongs you.  Today is a big day for you. You are going to be someone's better half. Always remember

Flowers and blessings showered that day, It was a day which she cherished, Garlands were exchanged with great pomp, Promises were made with great zeal, Tears rolled down as she left her home, Smiles were worn as she entered his home, She made that house a peaceful abode, But failed to read few faces with masks, The masks fell one by one, So did her love die, The abode became her prison, Her suffering became their game, She was stuck in a loop of lie, She was held by the chord of fake love, Silence became her companion, She died slowly with the sweet poison, Her clustered dreams were left at that home, Where she had once played and laughed, Now those doors weren't open, For she was smeared without any fault, The narcisst won again by tricking the world! Karma waited for the time to strike!