Ramblings of a woman in the 21st century India

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!