Knitting Fervour

From queen Sita in satyuga to Malala Yousafzai in kalyuga, from Indira Gandhi in underdeveloped India to P.V Sindhu in developing India not a single sector is left to witness the glory of the rising feminine power. Women have proved their worth in every battle be it the battle of swords or battle of wisdom. In ancient times, women fought for their pride and basic rights; not much has changed in the modern world as women in the modern world are still fighting for their basic rights. The world is under revolutionary changes. Are these changes doing any good to half the population of feminine power? The answer might be no, women are not given their share of the sky; they are deprived of basic rights.

She will be a professor when she grows up, said a dad holding his infant daughter in his adult hands. On a bright sunny day, Mrs. Sehgal gave birth to a baby girl, Tara. Tara was their only child and was pampered. Her father thought of her as a sincere, intelligent, focused and obedient child but she was the mirror image of that, exactly opposite; she was a packet containing shenanigans of all genres, average in studies but well-read in novels. She was outspoken, had a lot of friends in the real world and also in the literature world, she loved wandering in thoughts and in the real world too. Her school life was as happening as it could be, like every girl in the school she had a changing infatuation for boys. She had heart throbbing and mesmerizing writing skills but never revealed her love for writing to her parents.

 She grew up battling fulfilling her father’s dream and following her own passion. She gave all her heart to her father’s dream and aspiration. Tara went through all the books and knowledge with utmost probity and diligence. It was then when she realized that she was loosening the grip of her passion and love. She started her journey riding on two roads simultaneously; her father wanted her to continue the roads filled with a million footsteps but Tara wanted to take the road less traveled. She pursued her bachelor’s degree in literature trying to balance riding on two paths, while she rode on these roads she met a wanderer, Varun to accompany her in her battle of passion and profession. Varun was pursuing a bachelor's in physics from the same university. They eventually turned into best friends who a common list of favorite novels, food and places to visit. Time passed by and she found adoring Varun as much as she loved writing. With the turning clocks and moving time, they both completed their education, had their degrees and a clear vision about the path that might change their lives. On the farewell day, Tara gathered all her courage to recite a proposal to Varun. Varun was awestruck and was taken by the proposal, he adorned Tara. 

It was now time wh

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en Tara has to confront her father and decode her fire and rage for writing, she was clueless about which end will be suitable to start with. Not only writing but she also has to introduce Varun to her father as they chose to be together for the rest of the journey. The meeting was going to be a disaster, her father will burst his bubble of rebellion and anger on her.

Soon her parents came down the lane to congratulate her and celebrate her journey. They were clueless about Tara’s plans. When they arrived Tara cleared off the stress that was dripping from her expressions and pasted a beautiful smile. Mr. and Mrs. Sehgal were dressed beautifully and elegantly as they were here as Prof. Tara Sehgal’s parents little did they knew that Tara’s mind was occupied by her pen and writings. After lunch, Tara confessed her feelings about Varun and waited for their consent. Mission Varun got accomplished when her father smiled and said: “I won’t mind having physics quizzes with Varun.” Tara after this slipped a book towards Mr. Sehgal. He initially thought that it was a gift for them but it certainly turned out to be a strong wind that blew off his dreams. He was furious as he thought that writing might not give her a stable and secure future because he himself has seen failure in conventional fields of work. Tara knew it won’t be easy getting her father’s consent for this, yet the waves of protest were rising high in her. She had decided to get the share of her sky and wanted to fly high in the sky of her passion.

She quoted if Kalpana Chawla’s father would have restricted her and forced a stereotype on her then the world would be short of the pronounced astronaut if Manish Malhotra would have followed the stereotype and thought of the stability then a zealous and distinctive designer would be missing from the fashion industry. She further tried explaining that living your passion makes your life worthy and peaceful, there’s always a wave of self-satisfaction and contentment. Mr. Sehgal had a flashback playing in front of his eyes; he could recollect all the hardships and failures. He didn’t grant her consent to continue writing; he gave arguments like girls should involve themselves in the profession along with which they can manage to be the main tier of the family. The arguments seized when Tara said not every girl will sacrifice her passion for the sake of the family and I will definitely take the road less taken by. Mr. Sehgal just said if you fail in your venture continue with your professorship.

Tara got her book published and didn’t receive a flooding response yet she was determined to follow her passion and turn her dreams into reality.

Every girl's limit is the sky, women hold up half the sky and they deserve every bit of their success and glory.