The clamor in my mind allows me no peace! I’m so sick of reading about cruelties doled out to women in buses, on the roads, in offices, in homes almost anywhere so much so that I have altogether stopped reading newspapers. Let me not be taken as an escapist but deep down somewhere in the hearts of my heart, I fear being a woman. I fear what if I’m subjected to the same some accursed day? I’m scared. My motherly heart sinks thinking any further!
Women’s Day. You wished me early morning. I wished you the same with a warm hug wondering if I I’m on the right path towards giving you a good future ahead. You are the only little lady I feel closest to. Your smiles, your effervescence, your bubbly spirits, your little worries, your tantrums, your blues, your dreams all warm the cockles of my heart.
Bringing a new life out of your essence, aah, what could be a better and more intimate relationship in the world? The umbilical cord may not be joining us today as it did when you lay cocooned in my womb sweetly away from the anxieties of the world, the connecting thread of instincts lies the same strong till date.
Will always be.
It will be there giving you silent prodding even when your mother physically ceases to be, prodding you to shake the dust and decay and rise, rise again out of your very ashes if need be.
Be my phoenix.
Girls are daddy’s princesses. Your dad rushes for medicines even past midnight, even when sound sleep, a moment prior to hearing you moan in some pain! He dotes on his doll. He’s scared within, scared lest the new family you get after years ahead shouldn’t be the same way caring to your needs and wants.
Your brother loves you more than words can weild the matter. He sees to it that you are comfortable and happy. Even his affectionate reprimands are for your good sweetheart.
Don’t judge every boy, every man by the same standards. There are a few whose wits gone to wool gathering, whose hearts lying locked to human sentiments. It’s not that they are such hard hearted criminals by birth, may be life has been too hard upon them to make them truly human.
Good upbringing ensures values.
Look at your daddy. How nice a person inside out!
The nuggets of knowledge and love you’re provided at home will soon come to blossoming I can see.
I have my inhibitions too as a mother. I send you to picnics, parties, birthdays, excursions because I don’t want you to look back in dismay when you are mature. It shouldn’t ever be the lack of opportunities you find yourself lagging behind anyways in life ahead.
But my heart oh, it loses its rhythm of peace till you are back home. When I see you safe and happy back to my arms, how the very sun smiles, birds chirp, and the clouds scud along happy!
I have to whisper in your ears certain dirty things you need to stay alert to, much against my grain though. You really need to know. I wish this world was much safer a place for our princesses than it is.
I need to tell you how you have to take care of yourself. Honour, chastity are words too heavy to be poured into your ears honey but I have to make you understand as much as you can.
There have been girls, beautiful, happy and proud that within an unhappy span of all hour traversed years of age estrangement and pain!
Aah. Bask under my love darling.
Stay under my wings.
Fly you must! Reach the heights you aspire for! We will set you free to measure the length of the skies on your own.
But…my breaths will be caught in my throat. Still…
Fly you must!
Celebrate each day, taking a spoonful of life each day!
Happy Women’s Day beloved daughter!
Note: The lovely letter is written by Maya Khandelwal.