Discovering Myself

I stood by the window, silently. Watching the sun slowly setting down the horizon bidding it goodbye after another day. And I still kept waiting for YOU. You had promised you'd call. When was that, though? Probably you were caught up with something. Probably your mom was sick again and you were worried and didn't want to worry me.

It had been a long day and she was returning home with her dad. Her dad was not very talkative and she seemed to like that. Except for the usual "How was your day?" and stuff, they didn't talk much and she just looked around silently, pondering on her day that had just passed.

Most of my readers are aware of my fate that met me the very first day of my college last year. Though being the only girl in Mechanical Engineering is not really a surprise to those who know about it…but being alone especially when you already have six others for company is rather a raising-eyebrows one. And well, yeah, I was that “lone” girl, thanks to my roll number which could not be 3 more numbers behind or I could be in second section (ME-B) leaving the first section (ME-A) completely bereft of girls! :P Though I managed to get permission to sit in the girls-wala section (as I call it) in the I sem, I could not get so in the next one.

I pray to thee, masters of the world, Forgive me, if I've ever been wrong. All I wanted was to give you life. All I ask you for is to live by your side.

“It is not gender which is destroying our culture.... it is our interpretations of culture which has destroyed gender equality.” They are a zamindar-pandit family from rural Rajasthan: Three brothers with their wives and children. Grandparents visit often. It’s a typical, what you’d call Balika Vadhu family (no…not for child marriage thing.) They are wealthy but orthodox. They do not keep any domestic help, the jobs like cleaning, washing, cooking, etc are their women’s jobs.

My friends might say this blogging trend is now long gone... today's the trend of 'tweeting', 'facebooking' and... oh yeah... 'Google+' (i wonder if the creative heads of the world would start calling it 'Google+ing'?) Anyway, my point is.. I don't know how many of u would be interested in reading my claptrap, or even just viewing it, because i tend to write long, really long stuff. And yet, I'm writing  all of this... perhaps to justify the title "Discovering Myself".