Let's break up....

Dear God

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Jo ladki kisi ko apni gadi me bitha ke ghuma sakti hai uske charitr ka koi bharosa nahin. Jo kisi se der raat phone par baat kar sakti hai wo n jane kya kya karti hogi. Jis ladki ke ghar mein uska koi guardian maujud nahin uske yahan aane jane walon ki list yaqinan lambi hogi hi.

Suddenly giving lift to an elderly senior walking past is a grave mistake and a question mark on my character. Lost in a hoard of accusations being flung at me left, right and centre I am once again the centre of attraction of the gossip mongrels. This time it is giving lift… who knew one random act of kindness could be so perceived or offering a cup of tea could wreak such havoc. I have only myself to blame God. The mistake is all mine.

I loved too much, trusted blindly and had immense faith in the goodness of people. My heart is breaking God but I have braced myself for the worst. This time I am prepared to accept what follows even if it is seeing you with someone else. I know that I have ceased to be of use to you now and it is inevitable that you gravitate to someone who is.

God why did You do this to me? Why you gave me courage to face so much so gracefully? But out of all that has happened to me this is by far the worst. I have faced Your world heads on many times but this will be my last battle. I have no further courage to go on. I just want to quit now.

I promise You God I will stop believing in friendship, love, loyalty and all the fine feelings of the world. They are not meant for a person like me. My past experiences are always going to haunt and destroy my present. Why did You have to do this though? You knew his thinking and You knew mine. Yet You chose to bring us both together! Why?

The Glass Ceiling

Dear God

When will I be able to breath free? When will I get out of this fiasco? Is the society ever going to accept working women as thinking beings or they just want us to be overpaid secretaries? I talk too much God and I am not being heard. I am tired now. Every bone in my body aches with the effort. Why is it so hard to get accepted in Your society as a thinking intelligent being?

High ranking jobs, equal remuneration, similar seating positions but a huge difference in the way you are treated. It is hard to discuss plans, ideas, projects when all they do is patronize you! Yeah, no matter how high you go, there is always someone who will try to mansplain it to you. I know no matter how hard I work, no matter how late I go home, they will never see me as a serious working person.

Some of us are used to the treatment we get. Some of us just hand over our responsibilities to others and sign whatever is put in front of them. But someone like me has to question it. This is not what I am paid for. I know it is hard but not impossible. If I give up now and go with the flow, it will be easy but I would not be me.

I have been publicly ridiculed many times in my life. But no matter how many times it happens, I will make sure I emerge victorious. I know no one can see my vision now but slowly and surely, I will carve a place pf my own in Your big- big world. Help me earn my laurels God. Please.

God, please help me carve a place of my own, howsoever small…Please!