I crawl.. I Run.. I Fly

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girl child

Ushered in with delicate limbs dangling loose…
Fraught with anxiety my mother flushed… drained black and blue…
The arduous night surely deserved a reward… you are a twilight child I was told… before they cut my umbilical cord…

Too frail to respond to mixed reactions…

Of the consequences my bearing would behold…

The ambience in the room low key…low lights…no bursts of laughter…the nurses caught in a Din..studied silences..dignified acceptances..no pomp no show..no sweets..no eats..eerily silent the air for bearing a sign of doom..resignation and defeat…

The room decorated in blue balloons and bluer festoons of what you imagined me to be.

It seemed I had spoiled everyone’s party…

But I was a feisty pink..if not a blue..and I insisted on refurnishings in pink hues…

Your life would not be easy it was thus explained in this land and beyond…

You are known to be a curse..you need to bow to a man’s decree..live it well or see your hearse was what was told to me..

In fetters I grew in a park..to return to a home my emotions under a lock and key.

Which way to go…

Should I get locked at society’s door.. Or open the key to my imagined flights of fancy..

Steps measured..tongue checked..I fought on in a man’s world..I ran..I flew..to pastures foreboding and new..

Fly away my sisters fly..tomorrow will be too late..it’s now or never.. do or die…

Image Courtesy: Agnes Cecile

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