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The Un-jewelled Woman
She dreamt big. Bigger than the expanse of the four walls she called home. The home where she hoped to raise her unknown little girl into a woman who could buy the jewels her mother gaped at, all her life. An independent strong woman. A woman who would not follow her mother’s footsteps. The endless cooing of the engines of the local train, the dusty sack which her mother carried-full of cheap knick knacks for the passengers, the dirty saree that her mother would wear everyday- she would not be one of them. She would grow up to make her own living, with dignity. She would make the society proud, with a so called reputed job, and most importantly, live up to the norms of the society to give birth to another woman who would perhaps have a father. A father who would buy her all the jewels she longed for. A father who would not leave his child because of her gender. That’s all she dreamt of.
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The Un - jewelled Woman
She dreamt big. Bigger than the expanse of the four walls she called home. The home where she hoped to raise her unknown little girl into a woman who could buy the jewels her mother gaped at, all her life. An independent strong woman. A woman who would not follow her mother’s footsteps. The endless cooing of the engines of the local train, the dusty sack which her mother carried-full of cheap knick knacks for the passengers, the dirty saree that her mother would wear everyday- she would not be one of them. She would grow up to make her own living, with dignity. She would make the society proud, with a so called reputed job, and most importantly, live up to the norms of the society to give birth to another woman who would perhaps have a father. A father who would buy her all the jewels she longed for. A father who would not leave his child because of her gender. That’s all she dreamt of.
People Image
The Unjewelled Woman
She dreamt big. Bigger than the expanse of the four walls she called home. The home where she hoped to raise her unknown little girl into a woman who could buy the jewels her mother gaped at, all her life. An independent strong woman. A woman who would not follow her mother’s footsteps. The endless cooing of the engines of the local train, the dusty sack which her mother carried-full of cheap knick knacks for the passengers, the dirty saree that her mother would wear everyday- she would not be one of them. She would grow up to make her own living, with dignity. She would make the society proud, with a so called reputed job, and most importantly, live up to the norms of the society to give birth to another woman who would perhaps have a father. A father who would buy her all the jewels she longed for. A father who would not leave his child because of her gender. That’s all she dreamt of.
