I live in my house.
But I feel alone... in his world.
"His world" - the world of rules.
Rules made by fathers, brothers, relatives.
Rules that say:
"Beta, awaaz dheemi rakho"
"Beta, ye course mat karo"
"Beta, shaadi ka socho, career ka nahi"
I have my room.
I have my degree.
I have my phone.
Yet I feel like a guest in my own home.
Because decisions aren't mine.
Dreams aren't mine.
Life is mine... but the script is written by someone else.
For 6 months I stayed silent.
Thinking maybe I am wrong.
Maybe I am asking for too much.
Maybe I should just learn to be "happy".
Then one night it hit me:
I am not alone.
I am unheard.
And being unheard hurts more than being alone.
So I started writing.
First in my diary.
Then on DEV.to.
Then on
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Yes we all are here with you
Your comment touched my heart 💛
"Yes we all are here with you" - that's the biggest medicine.
Thank you for being here. I am with you too.
Aap alone nahi hai ham sab aapke saath hai or visvas rakhe khud par
Thank you so much ❤️
Your words gave me courage to keep building "your world".
"We are together" - I will remember this line.