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 ๐
"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 โค๏ธ
Your words gave me courage to keep building "your world".
"We are together" - I will remember this line.