The open window of my house was always my best friend.

 It knew all my desires, dreams and feelings. Everyday morning I would look through it to see that boys of my village were going to school. Well, school was always a fantasy to me, and I always wondered what kind of wonderland would be across the gates of the village school.

Every morning, I would collect water from the common well, help my mom in her daily chores, and do all those jobs   “an ideal girl” of my age was supposed to do.

 Is this how I am going to live forever?

Would I rather prefer a living of my father than my mother after I grow up?

 Will I never get to see how a school looks like?

 Will I never get acquainted with the beautiful world of knowledge? Such questions have been embedded into my mind, since the time my father told me that only boys are allowed to go to school, college and get jobs at government offices.

“YOU?

And school?

No way! Stop being so dreamy and get to work!”

 These dream shattering words of my father just taught me one thing that girls are never meant to fly, they are only meant to teach their sons and brothers to fly while they remain stagnant on the earth.

For an instance even my mom’s cold heart could have been molten, but my father?

 Well he is the most adamant man I would ever get introduced to in my entire life. For some reason I was very confident about that. I never gained the courage to go against my father and follow my aspirations…..

Today, I am standing again in front of the open window. But this time I am watching my daughter go along with the boys to the village school, living the life I always craved to live and getting all those rights which I feared to ask!