A Sealed Door

 

“Every soul ready to get in 

The spiritual soul also makes the choice 

But maybe me the only one left 

The Pearl Spark 

Said Don’t be afraid! I’ll drop where you get in all” 

 

That beautiful soul named “mother.”I was electrified to see my Angel slowly as days passed,I heard the  voice Of my family spelling the words” my boy.”Every day my father came close to my mother's womb and felt the essence of my presence. By saying “how are you, my boy?”I felt as if at the peak of the Hill. My grandmother was always worried and was conscious of my well-being. She used to feed my beautiful  Angel with love, persistence, Care, and nutrition. I was treated like an emperor of the Kingdom. All were impatient and eager to meet each other(me and them). Few few few months later my name also was kept as “Prince.”

 Everything was on a smooth Lane. One day my mother went to the hospital for a checkup in her 7th month. The place was so crowded. Then one nurse came closer to analyze my mother and me inside her tummy. The nurse said to everyone that” this is a baby girl”. A few days later I missed the sweetness of my family, now everything got converted into bitterness. My mom had given me a new name now” PRINCESS”.I was delighted with this also. But the time changed nobody here loves to interact with me moreover my father insulted my Angel. My granny abused her and swamped her with heavy loaded domestic chores. The health of her and mine got worsened day by day. The nutritious food transformed into  “Sukhi chapati.” I was anxious about the transformation. But, the thread between me and my angel was still tied tight.

  One day, my soul was incapacitated because they were beating her to inhale some liquid. She resisted but her arms didn't have the force to get over. They succeeded in restraining her and forcefully made her inhale that liquid. I was so scared because of it, I was feeling suffocated. At a slow pace, it came closer to me. I fought for a long because I wanted to meet my Angel and explore the world. But my path was chocked by the treacherous liquid. At last, I had no choice except for closing my eyes.

 Ready to meet the spiritual soul One more time……………………………..

 Moral: There are a number of houses where the same practice is done. They treat women like dolls made for their torture.

 Author: Shruti

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