{"id":800,"date":"2021-03-31T16:07:31","date_gmt":"2021-03-31T16:07:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/takhte.in\/VoiceofViews\/?p=800"},"modified":"2021-03-31T16:12:37","modified_gmt":"2021-03-31T16:12:37","slug":"chrysalis","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/takhte.in\/VoiceofViews\/chrysalis\/","title":{"rendered":"Chrysalis"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Tanvi Nagar
Delhi Public School, Gurugram, Haryana<\/em><\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I sat in a dimly lit room and began to flip the dusty journal\u2019s pages,\u00a0
\u2018My life\u2019- the first page said- \u2018Every detail in this journal I have narrated\u2019
My grandmother\u2019s words, her handwriting preserved perfectly through time,
\u201cThis journal begins on 18th September 1800, it will end with the end of my life,
They call me a warrior, they call me a fighter-mother, lover, daughter too,
I have been all of them, not a single day of my life has been rued,\u00a0
When I came into this world, they labelled me as a housewife-nothing more,
A slave-born to live and die inside four walls- \u201cWhat more is a girl even worthy for?\u201d
\u201cYou must die with your husband, he\u2019ll live with you for seven lives,\u201d mother said,\u00a0
(He\u2019s twenty-seven years elder to me-he\u2019s on his death bed)
(How can I die before I have begun to achieve my dreams-Yes! I have dreams too,
How can I jump into a fire for him-I will not, mother dear, I will not do this for you)?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They told me to marry him like my mother did when I was barely nine,\u00a0
To sacrifice my body, my mind- devote myself to their service-for my lifetime,\u00a0
I was loaded with a cart full of riches, my value calculated in bills and money,\u00a0
Father- \u201cHe will treat you well, dear- we have given him whatever he wanted as dowry\u201d
While he read the Gita, he commanded-\u00a0\u201cLady, go get me some hot tea.\u201d
I took the book from the table, while he slept-the letters like designs looking quirky,\u00a0
That\u2019s how I learnt to read the Holy books, pen down biographies and write,\u00a0
That\u2019s how I went on to lead India\u2019s freedom struggle-studying under the night light.\u201d
<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A tear flowed down my cheek, I snapped back into my reality,\u00a0
To a world where there are thousands of women-no longer oppressed with brutality,
A world where there has been progress, there have been massive leaps and bounds,\u00a0
Today women are astronauts-reaching the stars and clouds, rising above the ground.\u00a0
Today girls attend school, girls know of their rights, girls are having travelled miles,
Today girls know that they needn\u2019t be clad in red sarees- they are beautiful when they smile.
Today girls can go to temples, churches, mosques- follow their heart\u2019s calls,\u00a0
Girls are overcoming barriers, crossing obstacles and breaking suffocating walls.\u00a0
In my diary, I began to write- \u2018My life\u2019-each and every detail I described,\u00a0
\u201cI was born in 2000-welcomed as not a \u2018boy\u2019 or \u2018girl\u2019-but simply a child,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I went to school with my brother, went to college too,\u00a0
They said-be a doctor, an astronaut, lawyer- do whatever you want to pursue
The era has changed, the world is slowly turning into a paradise,\u00a0
Female foeticide has reduced, people have begun to value the girl child\u2019s life,\u00a0
Women can step out of their house safely after the so-called \u2018curfew\u2019,\u00a0
They can all blossom like flowers whose petals are coated with fresh dew,
That\u2019s how the era has metamorphosed-like a caterpillar and butterfly,\u00a0
To the next generation reading this diary-
Make the world a finer place, never lose the spirit to try and try.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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