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MEN IN MY LIFE


Men in my life! Well, I do not touch topics like these because apparently, they are too touchy. But here I am today, as now I have officially run out of patience, reached my threshold, reasons to let it go, and saturated my ability to ignore. 

I don't know if its an Indian thing or just a thing in general but, THE MEN IN MY LIFE have this uncontrollable desire to control me, cage me, put a leash in my neck and walk me like a pet, treat me like a puppet, and tell me what to do what not to do. 

And the cutest little thing is they have the audacity to do this in the name of being possessive, caring and protective. I am not just talking about romantic relationships here. When I say men in my life, I mean ALL OF THEM. 

Since the very beginning, I have never been the one to shy away from speaking my mind. I do what I think is right for me and in the way that suits me. That doesn't mean I do not think about the consequences or outcome of my actions. I am well-aware and super mindful before making decisions, and I like to applaud/blame myself for whatever goes down. I don't know how I have managed to offend all the men in my life by choosing a simple concept of free will. 

Hell! I have been dumped in relationships because I was a "FREE BIRD'' and cannot be caged. I have heard that I am not marriage material because apparently, I am a free bird. I have been denied love and commitment because I am a free fucking bird.

Would you rather have a woman who is on her own or the one who is dependent on you for every bloody thing? I will never be able to wrap my head around how choosing to live your life your way can deprive you of love and respect. And yet, is it the kind of love and respect that we women cannot thrive with the lack of?


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