Bound by Fate | [✓]

40. Who controls?

Being a woman is not easy. Not at all. Not physically nor mentally. Being a woman comes with sacrifice, understanding and adjustments. Being a woman is knowing how to care, how to love and how to have a patience.

Maybe,

That's what feminism is. Embracing the originality of being woman and stand confidentially in the world. I am not fond of comparing men and woman but I have to say, men and woman are nothing without each other.

For example,

Biologically, men are made for strength while woman have more understanding of emotions.

It's how men and women were created at the beginning of life. They didn't have any arguments or fights or comparison. Both of them just embraced what they were made for.

But when the world started to change, the comparison between men and women took place. Maybe, this comparison is even more in our era.

That's why,

Woman make themselves victimized by calling the world a 'Man's world'. We woman don't have to prove anything to anyone, we don't have to show what we can do to gain the tag of equality. We're what we are without anyone's approval.

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Why am I thinking that?

Because, I am facing the hardest peak of being a woman.

Vidaai. (Leaving her house after marriage.)

The wedding has been blast. The music, the laughter, the enjoyment and everything I have ever dream of. I married the love of my life and it's time to spend rest of my life with him but...

But,

I have to leave my house. I have to leave my parents and I have to leave my family. I have to leave my room, my kitchen and my terrace. I have to leave my comfort zone.

As I said,

Womanhood comes with sacrifice. The moment we gain something, we also lose something. This is how it worked from a long long time. No matter where you go, women are the same. They always leave their house to be with someone they love.

Not that I'm complaining because I know my man. He loves me, he cares for me and he worships me. He'll make sure I'd never miss my family and always be there for me but, but, I am a girl too. The emotions of leaving my house forever can't be held back.

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"My pride, my dearest pride." Papa held me close, his eyes holding back tears while Maa burst into tears. "How will I be able to live without you?"

"Should I stay, Papa?" The tears rolled down my eyes when I hugged Papa. His warm hands surrounded around me as he pat my back gently. "I'll tell Atharva to go back. I won't go."

"Are pagli, this is not how it works." Papa swiped his tear, trying not to cry but I can feel he wanted to cry out loud. "Every father has to feel this pain of giving his daughter away to some man. The day girl is born, the father is bound to a pain called sacrifice."