(A few thoughts, doesn’t teach anything, but I m strangled by these)
How much a dream value?? How much we have to pay for it??
I don’t know when my dreams became a rebellion. When petty things I want are right in front of me, but the dream I m alive for is not granted to me. To achieve what you want on the basis of merit is not as difficult as to get an approval from your family sometimes.
Some say I don’t make a move because I m comfortable this way. I give up my dreams for others.
But just look around, am I supposed to leave my parents in my brothers’ hands???
Yes they may be orthodox and conservative; they may not like my flying away… but am I not their birdie???
They taught me to fly… how to just fly away??? Will I be able to forgive myself??
And of course, their dream… To get me married, To see my kids, is that all?? I want them too… but not on the cost of losing myself. It took years to come out, of knowing what I want, years of striving, facing the patriarchal society, and hundreds of attempt to make others understand my dream…..Yes these dreams, I can’t live without them… and losing them will be like losing myself, a part of me…
Yes a part of me… is all that my dream value…
I haven’t stayed low. I saved money, went alone to places I never been, got admitted to best institutions, and for what? That the day I m out I have my wedding card in my hand instead of my dream job application. And what a stupid world I m living in!!
All girls are getting married and having kids or leaving their dreams for their so called fiancé. Where is that spark they once used to have for their dreams?? How a lehenga and matching earrings replace that spark of excellence??
And now my dreams have turned into a rebellion, for the people, for my own family and friends.
How much this dream costs!!!! Maybe I will lose like others,maybe but I still wont give up.
