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.