She told me stories of her village. Where she grew up a fine but deprived young lady. With regret in her voice, she spoke as she remembered every detail.
Boys were sent to school while the girls were asked to hide under their beds. Just the other day her son was given an assignment. To write all the things he could see in the kitchen and bedroom.
"I asked his brother to help him. If I had gone to school, I would have helped him". She said with a smile devoid of mirth. Pity I felt as I could see how much she would have loved to be educated.
For one thing , I know she is happy. She lived to see an era where girls are treated as equals to boys.
Allowed to walk the streets proudly with uniforms and school bags. Having freedom to sit amidst boys and give options.
She calls them, Golden Agers.
