A Letter

  Respected Usha Didi,

   Since childhood, I used to wonder why I was even brought into this world? Was I even needed here? Some children are born to dream, Some, to bear injustice.

     Only daughters know that milk is of two kinds....Pure milk and milk mixed with water. Did I not like to play? Then why did my childhood, not feel like a childhood at all? Even I wanted to study.

      But only my brother was sent to school. My parents said, why should we waste money on your education? You will go to another house after marriage.

       Why have I considered somebody else's property? Why can't a girl be her parents' support in their old age? Am I such a big burden? That I am forced into the clutches of child marriage?

   No education, no self respect, no courage to ask questions, no strength to reply back. Just be silent and suffer unquestioningly.

   

      When I had lost all hope, that someone could ever think about me, choose me. You held my hand; you choose me. You educated me, you accepted me. You gave new wings to my dreams. I know you wish for me to be self dependent, take my own decisions and live with confidence and self-respect.

     I promise you that, I shall become a teacher, a doctor and an astronaut, a sportswoman, a soldier, a scientist, an artist, an architect and fulfill your dreams. But I have just one request- Please, never ever leave my hand.

    "Girls are not the problem, they are the solution."