Cinderella! No, I’m not! You?

No, thanks. I’m not a Cinderella.

And don’t try to make me one.

I’ll not be judged merely by my appearance

Or so called good virtues of a ’Sanskari girl’.

As far as beauty is concerned,

It lies in the viewer’s eyes.

I’ve not only got a beautiful heart,

But an exceptional brain also.

I’m a grown up. I can take care of myself.

I’m independent enough to look after myself.

I don’t need a prince charming to appear

From nowhere and elope me on that royal horse

Along with him to some far away fairy land,

Which is supposed to be a happy ending.

I don’t need someone just for my security.

It’s a mutual relationship.

Please keep me away from this age old virtues,

In which the only ambition or

Settlement of a girl’s life is getting married

To a well settled handsome boy

And the only motive would be to

Please him by your looks and in return

He will take care of you,

Provide you the so-called security for the entire life.

I’m myself.

I’m comfortable in my own shoes,

Not Cinderella’s.

I’m proud of whatever I’m. Are you?