Independence
my independence.... is there a moment in your life.. whereby you realise you have grown past your parents ... its hard to put into words coz we never wanna think we move on from our parents.. that they were just a base... but sometimes crudely put that might just be it. or is it a generation gap... whatever it is.. in my case .. i feel that i am different and so many things and if i went back home i will be boxed hole in a particular type.. i mean i want to be there for my parents.. but i dont want them to dictate my attire.. if i can lock my room door if i can go out late. I dont want them to force me to be a good indian girl.. i am not .. i dont like alot of the indian men and women concepts they have and despise it. i dont intend to get married to a guy with such morals.. i rather be a spinster.. and have a fab career then "enslave" myself.
and you know what it is... its not that i know better than i parents i just know and have lived something different.
i just dont care for it. and i dont want to come into daily conflict on it. I want to shop to my hearts desire... try different fashions, wear heels... i wanna fly .. fly so high.. i dont strings to tie me down... to dare to be different im torn between having a heart that aches to be there for my sister and mother and dad to wanting to fly fly away...
so ironic that independence is a burden, a responsibility but maybe just maybe its a blissful burden.



