Happy Women’s Day, but are we actually happy? Are we safe and free enough to be defined happy? Give it a thought again. 🙁

I am a girl just 17 years old.
A girl who has many stories, unheard and untold. 🙂

And today, let me share them with you.
Some of them old and some a bit new. 🙂

As a matter of fact, I do face discrimination.
Narrowed eyes and curled eye-brows judge my qualification. 🙂

Intellect does not matter, boys are already there.
You don’t need to step out of your homes, everything here is fair. 🙂

While walking on the streets, dirty eyes stare at my body’s shape.
Be it with a dupatta or without it, the looks are worse than a rape. 😞

And imagine I’m just 17 years old.
So there shall me many more of such stories I’ll have to be told. 🙂

Forget the world, even our own homes are incapable of protection.
No resolution or law can change our situation. 😞

So as a 17 year old I don’t have big demands to make.
But can we please start living once, do this for your own sake. 🙂

Because today I feel breathless as evil eyes pounce on me.
Tomorrow, this may be your own sister or wife, you see. 🙂

The freedom to live in peace is just what I ask.
And compared to everything we do for you daily, is it a big task? 🙂