Where my curvaceous body isn’t a subject to body shaming
Where my peeping out brassiere isn’t the talk of the town
Where a blood stain on my back isn’t a taboo
Where minds don’t weave stories around the length of my skirt
Where rape is an alien from outer space
Where people don’t jump to conclusions on my decision to stay single
Where my virginity isn’t an eligibility to get into a wedlock
Where eyebrows don’t raise on ditching my married look
Where a single mother raising an adopted child is no big deal
Where I can breastfeed publicly without wolfish eyes drilling into my breasts
Where a ‘Yes is Yes’ and a ‘No is No’, without any faulty inferences
Where I can disown the copyrights of do’s and don’ts preset for a girl child
Where sons are taught morality rather than daughters being taught self-defence
Where I can travel in a metro without worrying who’s beside me
Where I am not objectified, abused or owned like a possession
Where I am not humiliated as a widow since I didn’t opt for it
Where my identity doesn’t confine to being someone’s daughter, sister, wife or mother
Where child abuse is a term yet to be coined
Where I can step out of my cozy nest in the dead of night
Into that promised land, my Lord, lead my fraternity unfazed
Leela Satyan