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The treasured only child of her parents. Someone who was encouraged
to soar as high as her wings could take her. A person who held her own even in
a not entirely equitable world. All these years, I genuinely believed that India
allowed a woman to attain her potential.
The country I grew up in is not the real India.
In India, girls are killed before they are born; they are
allowed to starve through neglect; they sold into sexual slavery; they are
denied a voice at home; they are invisible in the community.
How long can such extremes co-exist?
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A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.
I visited rural Maharashtra in May. Saw women struggling to assert themselves, to claim their position in society. Change has to come- but how long will it take? This photograph forms a part of my Pictoral Flashback of 2011.
I visited rural Maharashtra in May. Saw women struggling to assert themselves, to claim their position in society. Change has to come- but how long will it take? This photograph forms a part of my Pictoral Flashback of 2011.
5 comments:
Natasha - You raise such sobering questions! As I read your Drabble, too, I was thinking of how fortunate you are that your parents raised you to have real aspirations...
The contrast works perfectly for a drabble - such a light-hearted word for a powerful and thought-provoking post.
Oh Natasha - this is a wonderful drabble. Truly thought-provoking.
Oh my!! Such a dichotomy of thought!!
Perfect drabble
Hugs
SueAnn
Well said. So true.
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