Here I am. Whole. Feminine. Fierce. Free.

To the society that respects only a woman after she has fulfilled her duties :

“First, finish your responsibility.”
“Have a baby — then you can live your life.”
“Once you’re a mother, you’ve earned your freedom.”

And the applause follows.
The claps echo for the mother of a 17-year-old - The skin with a storm !
The “model woman” — praised for having completed the checklist designed by society.

They only see that she complied.

But let me tell you this:

Freedom that comes after obedience is not freedom.
It is a reward for compliance.

What about the women who said NO? Sixteen years ago. Or just yesterday.
What about the ones who looked society in the eye and said: “I choose myself.”

“I may never bear a child — and that will not make me less of a woman.”
“Or I may bear the child of my own self at the age of 50— Do you have a problem ?
If  that child never comes, I will still live fully.”

Do you have a problem ?

What about the woman who dreamt of Hiroshima in class 5 —
not because she wanted to escape motherhood, but because she wanted to discover herself first and not willing to bear a child of a man who is not at all a match to her self ?

She bled for her art.
She cried for her truth.
She danced without asking.

Iam the Rani Mehra from the Movie Queen !

Is she less feminine?
Less complete?
Or just too free for your comfort?

Do you think Iam a Threat because Iam a Virgin ?

Here I am. Whole. Feminine. Fierce. Free.
And I didn’t earn it through obedience — I claimed it through truth.

And that’s the kind of woman I want every girl to know she can be.

To the men who think they are the center of our clocks :

Let me say this with love — and with fire:

I can bear a child at 50.
I might choose to.
Or I might not.
But when I do — if I do — it will be on my time, with my truth, and with someone who meets me as an equal, not as a deadline.

So, society, do you have a problem with my clock?
Because I don’t.
And I will not adjust it to make you comfortable.

"Even if all the boatmen abandon me,
I shall become my own oar,
Through the fiercest storms,
I will chart my own course to the shore."

DEI Enthu - Gar maajhi saare saath mein gair ho bhi jaayein, To khud hi to patwaar Ban Paar honge hum.

Khud hi to hain hum - Kinaare !