Eyes wide, she stood clutching her mother’s sari.
Unwilling to let go.
Unsure of her surroundings.
Loving hands took her in, smoothed her hair down.
Tears however, poured fast and furious.
Fast forward a few years later, she is a bright, confident and a bubbly girl.
She is full of stories, and character.
She loves to sing at the drop of a hat.
She aims to be a vet.
The hands that took her in then, shaped her, gave her an identity and aspirations.
She was now the future, her family was looking at, to save them from grinding poverty.
She was a daughter.
Such are the examples of transformed lives, if everybody is given a chance, an equal footing.
Times have changed and yet our mindset towards girls are mired in the Victorian age.
They are still epitomes of family values, an object to be parted off with, by paying dowry, her virginity still an issue of immense importance.
As Durga descends on Earth, one more time, we welcome the Goddess, signifying power and strength.
We draw energy from her.
How about taking a step back and revering the girl standing right next to you, or in your home, by giving her a chance to live, to aspire, to dream and not be treated any differently
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