Has anyone ever taken time to observe what a little girl who goes to play out on bright Sunday mornings does with her dolls in her balcony. I did. it reminded me of my times when i used to be the same. As i flow a little back into the past, i can match the look in the little 5 year old "me" to the girl that is just in front of me. The look which tells you, she is dreaming of marrying her prince some day, who would take her away from her mom who scolds for playing too much and not studying; who would keep her as exclusively his Princess; she doesnt dream him to be rich and influential, she just dreams he would love her like no one ever would. every little girl dreams not of superheros, castles, jewels.... but of someone who would just love her!
My eyes tear up as i think her dream might just be shattered. Nevertheless does she know, she might just not be even given a choice to chose who she wants to be with. I reel back to a time i saw how a marriage is arranged, me being an 8 year old, not knowing an innocent soul is being given away to a miserable loveless life.
As everyone sit down, the prospective groom and the prospective bride surrounded by the family of each of the two, i frown at how are they really going to decide if they can spend the rest of their lives together. Excited i keep watching the family of the prospective bride serving the groom's family with honor and respect. The bride and groom all the time keep their heads down occasionally glancing at each other. the bride is asked to leave the room and is followed by the family into her room and asked for her consent, i speak up " aapne toh kuch baat hi nai ki?" . I hear the bride try to speak, but the family intervenes..influencing her saying "ladka toh bahut accha hai" . The girl hides a tear and the tear is mistaken for her approval. AND THE WEDDING BELLS RING.
As the girl that was then married comes home and i listen to her stories, her sorrow, i can help nothing. she describes how she washed all the clothes a day after she delivered her first baby. how she had to fight everyone in the house because she wanted to set up a new, better technology RO system, all when her husband is doing so well in business. A PRINCESS. She dreamed. Here probably the CINDERELLA story is rather reversed. I an 18 year old, now demand the family, WAS IT HER CHOICE? DAMN, SHE WASN'T EVEN GIVEN A SAY.
I had talked to my mother, when 15, when i got to know the girl was suffering, questioning why the hell was she married in such a house where she wouldn't even be loved, MY MOTHER REPLIED " she needs to adjust, at least her husband does love her? " .
Now 18, i listen to more of her stories where she describes how the husband leaves her and their...sorry her children an goes away abroad for a leisure trip with his friends, where she didnt even get a within the country trip since she had been married. PRINCESS....she dreams her daughter would be... watches the little girl from afar playing with her dolls in the balcony!
Someone who loves you, doesnt matter if he is rich or poor can make u feel like a PRINCESS only if he loves you. the money wouldnt change it .... find LOVE not MONEY. ....THATS WHAT I SAID TO MY MOTHER A WEEK AGO AND I AM STILL HEARING TAUNTS COME BACK AT ME FROM THE ENTIRE FAMILY. CAN SOMEONE WHO IS AFRAID TO LOVE....BE A PRINCESS?
I DREAM ON.. a prince will still come to save me from the ruining cultures and will LOVE ME....
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