A Letter

Writhing in agony and holding back flames that threaten to barge in through my eyes anytime, I write this letter to you sincerely hoping that you wouldn't consign yourself with the same fate as mine. I will be no more after I usher you into this world and this letter will be your mother's voice once you have grown up enough to understand and obey.
I never tried to understand ; never tried to obey and this is what life has come to. Being my daughter, I am almost sure that you wouldn't listen to me and would rather prefer to taking the path of your own calling. Yet being almost sure that the path of my daughter would be the same as mine, I will make a valiant attempt to show you that mine was a lost cause.
Equality is a myth. There is nothing called equality. All those talks of male female equality sounded very good on paper and in feminist discussion panels but it was when I was raped that I realised how unrealistic they were.
I came to realise this when I was raped by the one who was your father.
It is cruel of me to have let you in on this story so early which everybody else would do anything to hide it from you.
It was late when I realised that its a cruel, cruel world out there but your father was the least cruel of all your mother had to negotiate with.
The police officers who suggested marriage, my own parents who sanctioned it without even asking me, and the society which pushed me through. All these are nothing but small ripples created by the cruelty humanity can impose.
I am sure I will be giving birth to a daughter and I am sure it would be she who is reading it and I want to say just one line for you

Dear daughter
For a woman the liberty to be a human being is an illusion and your mother has finally broken free of this illusion. I spent my whole life chasing an impossible dream and I beg you to never embark on that path.
This realisation of my life as an illusion didn't come when I was penetrated against  my will but when I was made to marry him.

You will be safe I am sure in the hands of that beast only if you dance to the tunes of the society and how society expects you to.
I beg you to give up thinking of equality. Don't ask for the right of being a human. Be content by staying a woman.
Don't strangle yourself with constant idea of being either  supressed or ignored because things are going to remain the same.
(The above letter was expected to be read by the daughter some day but the women had a son. When the son grew up he found this letter amidst the  yellow pages of his mother's incomplete diary. He wrote a reply to his mother's letter at the back of the letter)

Equality is not a myth. It might have been so till now but it will soon become a reality, until when my soul would refuse to be at peace. Male-female equality is not an impossible dream.
Trust your son mother when he says that he will chase the idea of a beautiful world and tell people that right to being a human being is as much of a woman's as much as a man's. And your endeavors mother were not futile.