Welcome to INDIA !

Welcome to INDIA !

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A place where people only want a son or two may be. Because desires don't die. Because when the first one kicks them out, atleast their ll be an option. Although, being a girl with no brother, never realized that reality is not what I see. When my sister was born, my family welcomed her with a party and people asked "again a girl" then why this celebration? And slowly the question was changed to "why don't you have a son?" And there I realized, it was something great to be a boy. I got to know that being a girl here means you are and always ll be someone's something. Your name is not your identity but, just a tag. At times, it becomes really difficult for me to understand that being a female, how a mother gets sad when she gives birth to a girl. What actually prompted me to write this was yesterday's incident. I went for a marriage function, where there was a ritual that the newlywed bride ll hold a baby boy, so that she gives birth to a baby boy in coming future and what made me laugh was that her mother in law searched for a boy for around 20 minutes and in front of her was standing her own grand daughter. Her innocent eyes met mine and my heart exclaimed, welcome to India, baby!
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I've dreamed of the perfect marriage ever since I was a little girl: a marriage complete with a hardworking husband while I tended to the home and our children, preferably four little rugrats to call my own. I dreamed of a life filled with laughter, joy, and success, a life we built together. I dreamed of growing old next to my husband, creating a great love story to tell our grandchildren someday. It all seemed so possible. I was raised to be the perfect wife, after all. From the outside, it seemed I had exactly what I dreamed of with the rich, determined husband; the brilliant, gaudy diamond ring; and the beautiful home filled with the hope of future children. Yes, it was all a dream come true. I should have felt grateful, really. The problem is, I also wanted a marriage based on love, passion, and affection, but those are the only things my husband cannot give me . . . . . . because they're reserved for her. For readers: * I do my best to proofread before publishing, but some typos and errors will slip through. Feel free to point them out! * Comments, active engagement, and helpful critiques are welcomed. * Mean, unnecessary comments that attack me, personally, or other commenters will be ignored and deleted. It takes a lot of courage to publish your work and for others to actively engage in a community. I'd like to keep this a safe and fun place to rage at imperfect heroes and cheer for darling heroines! * I'm not a spicy writer. I rather use my word count for plot, character development, and GROVEL!!! * Most importantly, I hope you enjoy the little world I'm creating. Happy reading, everyone! ADS/Imaginationgirl35

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