It
probably is an imaginary world where I suffer
No one can see the reasons for my pain
Does it mean that I don’t
I am fighting my own monsters to find freedom and peace
Freedom within to achieve my dreams,
Freedom to chase my blurry vision of success
Yes, I get distracted by every unkind word
Yes, I get called out ‘petty’ to be hurt by ‘petty’ things
So the fault must be mine,
I wasn’t ready to be called nikammi for not knowing the difference between patheela and patheeli
Fault must be mine... even after 30 plus years in this patriarchal
world,
I am still naive to be not okay with people inquiring if I
contributed to the glory of Paratha making in the kitchen
I have always believed that everybody’s freedom ends at the tip of their
nose.
And how do I respect anyone who doesn’t respect their freedom or
mine.
If Parathas were all I wanted to make in my life,
I know I can make
better Parathas than most people around me.
But I guess Parathas don't mean much to me after all!
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