Dear Parents

Freedom.

One word.

Carrying a myriad of emotions

And struggles

That vary accordingly

But carries an equal significance

In the hearts of its seekers

Freedom.

The word is a disguise in itself.

The one who seeks it.

Finds it.

Either

Early or late

Easy or hard

But to be able to achieve it

Is what matters at the end.

It may mean one thing to you

And the complete opposite to me.

It may be as significant as

Fighting against colonization

Or protesting for your sexuality

Or as trivial as getting a tattoo

And dyeing your hair blue.

MY DEAR PARENTS,

No reason is strong enough

For you to have the right

To curtail my basic freedom

And limit my meagre wishes.

You consider me a responsibility

To be fulfilled

Rather than a child

To be raised

You provide me with education

Considering it to be everything

I will ever need

But

Being deprived of freedom

Is what makes me mentally ill

Which for you

Is a meagre joke.

Getting me married is your only goal

And getting out of these boundaries

is mine.

Please

Try to understand.

You are destroying me

Mentally.

Dont blame me later

If I become crippled

It's all you to be blamed

For me being distant.

When I told you that

You need counselling as a parent

I didn't mean to insult you

I just want you to understand me

And my nature

Being an introvert is not a sin

Wanting to stay in my room

Isolated

In my small peaceful world

Is not a sin

You giving birth to me

And having control over my body

My skin color

My hair length

My weight

Are not related.

Letting me study what I want

Is what you consider a great gift

But suppressing my wishes

Other than studies

And blackmailing me

To quit my education

Is not the way

You raise a child.

But despite all that

I love you

But I can never love you

To my fullest

Responsibility

Is a word

With great meaning

But now I hate it

Just because of you

I hope this is the last generation

Being depressed

And with parents who refuse

To understand their children.