I am happy to be a girl. I am fortunate to be a woman. It feels good to be a sister. I am blessed to be someone's life partner. I am proud to be a daughter. All my life, my parents gave me everything I could have ever thought of, even before I asked for it. I never saw a difference between me and my brother. I wanted to do everything for my mom and dad. Whatever a son does, I wanted to do for them. Always wanted to make them the happiest parents on Earth. Always worked towards it. When I saw myself somewhere near this goal, was given a jolt back to reality...
Call it tradition, religion or custom... There is something that doesn't give me all the rights a son has. Why can't I ever touch my parents' feet and seek their blessings as my brother or any other man does? Why can't I stay with them till the end of time? Why do they have to stay with some outsider who hates them, disrespect them, bullies them and is the blood sucker of the highest order? Why can't they live with me even after I get married? Why can't I give them all the happiness I want? Only because I am a daughter. I a woman. I am a girl. ...
