A GIRL'S DIARY
CONGRATULATIONS IT'S A GIRL...were the words said by the doctor to my mother
but she was not happy to have me,may be she was expecting something else or
might be some other reason.My family was happy to have me but they were expecting
me to get mature and know what a girl should do and what are her limitations at such a
small age coz according to them a girl is a mandate and should go to other's home.
I was not allowed to play for late hours outdoor & should assist my mother in plating
meals.
Year's passed and my mother gave birth to a boy.oh my god! I got a small brother
i was so happy as i was a big sister now.Everyone in the family including my mother
couldn't handle their happines and the words they said i rememberd till now "khandan
ka chirag agya".My father and grand parents were distrubuting sweets to the staff
& i sat beside my mother wondering if they had also done the same when i was born?.
Now the family was expecting more from me as i was big sister now but more from
a sister i was like a nanny for him.
My brother was allowed to play for long hours outdoor and i used to stay at the door
watching him playing.One day my grandmother asked me to learn how to clean vessels
and when i asked her why only me she can even tell this to my brother to which she
answered "how can he, his a boy"this are all meant for girls & i had to learn
coz one day i had to go to some other's home and its a practise for me and it would be
helpful in my coming future,girls are meant to do house hold works and boys to earn.
To my innocence i asked her if am getting trained to do house works as i would be going to
someother's home then why my brother is not getting trained to earn money?
She din't had an answer to my question but had a reaction she slaped me & said
not to argue your a girl and scolded my mother as was she is teaching me,(as doing
arguements is the copyright of boys).
We both were send to same school but his studies were more important for them as he
is the future of our family.My mother just use to do household works and got no credit
for anything and i don't want my life to lead that way i wanted to fly but i can't
coz "AM A GIRL".
My father wenever use to bring gifts for us i use to get kitchen sets or pretty dolls,
i then asked my mother why i get only this while my brother gets basket ball,cricket set,
dr.set and so on,to which she answerd this are meant for girls.
I felt it wrong and since then i always kept my feelings till myself.Year's passed and i got
married but..
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My brother was allowed to play for long hours outdoor and i used to stay at the door
watching him playing.One day my grandmother asked me to learn how to clean vessels
and when i asked her why only me she can even tell this to my brother to which she
answered "how can he, his a boy"this are all meant for girls & i had to learn
coz one day i had to go to some other's home and its a practise for me and it would be
helpful in my coming future,girls are meant to do house hold works and boys to earn.
To my innocence i asked her if am getting trained to do house works as i would be going to
someother's home then why my brother is not getting trained to earn money?
She din't had an answer to my question but had a reaction she slaped me & said
not to argue your a girl and scolded my mother as was she is teaching me,(as doing
arguements is the copyright of boys).
We both were send to same school but his studies were more important for them as he
is the future of our family.My mother just use to do household works and got no credit
for anything and i don't want my life to lead that way i wanted to fly but i can't
coz "AM A GIRL".
My father wenever use to bring gifts for us i use to get kitchen sets or pretty dolls,
i then asked my mother why i get only this while my brother gets basket ball,cricket set,
dr.set and so on,to which she answerd this are meant for girls.
I felt it wrong and since then i always kept my feelings till myself.Year's passed and i got
married but..
PART 2( THE ENDING IN 2ND POST)...
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