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I grew up with the notion that I have immense love for the male child compared to the female one. The reason is quite obvious that I was the youngest and have always endured the superiority of my elder brothers. I wasn’t supposed to ask my parents for more because I was already fourth in the line, and in the ’80s, four children meant you have an ideal family size. I have always found the elder sister and younger brother relationship much better after seeing my friends. According to my experience, life was funnier and easier with them.
Then, time played the Cupid. For a brief period, my father worked in a mine, so we stayed in a camp with a small population where society stood first. The life of a female was confined, and her role somewhat lost. That was the very first sight I had of social discrimination, humiliation, mental harassment, and physical torture most women faced. It persisted in my mind with a sense of anger. The girl child was taught about this from her childhood so that she knew her limitations and didn’t cross the so-called “social guidelines”.
My perception and conviction about everything were very transparent since childhood. I don’t know who is to be credited for this, my Maa or my Papa. They both are unique in their own way, but I feel immensely blessed that I was born to them. No special technique of upbringing actually existed during those times.
Finally, the day came which every girl waited for but me. I got married in 2009, and on 13th March 2012, I was blessed with a baby girl. The very moment I held this tiny life in my arms close to my heart, I felt my heart was beating through her. That very feeling was something that filled up the empty space within me and drenched all my emotions in tears.
Nurturing life is altogether a different feeling as my life’s priority was clear for me. I am thankful to God for choosing me for this life. That was the moment when I could clearly hear my inner voice through her heartbeat that clearly stated, “I always wanted a girl”. Without further delay, I made a promise to myself that I have received the most precious gift, and she deserves nothing but the best. I would not say that I won’t let a single hurdle come her way. Rather her upbringing will be such that she will look at the problems and say, “face me or turn away”.
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