Yesterday Night when I was finally celebrating weekends after a tiring week, I switched on T.V and while hoping from one music channel to another I accidently reached to a news channel.
The news higlighted as under –
Jaipur :- Mother killed baby daughter!
This headline grabed my attention towards the news and I watched the news shockingly with crumps in my throat.
The news indicated that a mother killed her baby girl aged 4 years.
She wanted to have a baby boy and she was flaunting with her baby bum pictures during pregrancy indicating that the family is waiting for a baby boy.
Their family burdened the lady for baby boy too but when the girl child was born they accepted the truth but somewhere that lady couldn’t accept her baby to be a girl child, and wanted to kill her from the day she was born and was finally succeded in doing that by switching off around 14 CCTV’s of house and then cleverly kidnaping her own child and moving her to death.
This thought depressed me and I had conversation with a friend of mine about this.
She, being a mind reader reads me every time and takes out the thoughts that causes stress to me.
I don’t know when I reached to a subconscious while talking with her and I started telling her about my own life –
I remember when mummy once told me that when I was born they were expecting a boy, but they welcomed me equally. They have never felt me a burden on them. My grandparents are really very good as human beings, they share very good bonding with me and have better modern thoughts than my parents. I remember granny scolding mom dad if they don’t let me do anything because i was a girl.
They scolded them for demotivating me and I remember staying at home with my grannies for almost a month when mom went to native’s house.
My grandparents considered me the eyeballs of their eyes, i have grown up with them.
I preferred staying with grannies due to their unconditional love.
Also my mom dad have brought me with such a perfect life.
They understand what is running in my mind before i uttered. They understand my choice better than me and I share so good bonding with my parents that my everyday every decision is dependent on their advice’s.
I have been well educated by them, they have taught me cooking, driving and pampered me with smart phones and tabs like they pamper my bhai and actually I am more pampered than my bhai.
If I do a mistake it is forgiven, but if my bhai does it he gets lots of scolding.
I laugh at this trolling my bhai and he says I wish I was a girl too.
I reached to the conclusion that if my parents and family can love me this much. I have became the lifeline of their life.
They can’t imagine a day without me, respects me, pampers me and takes care of me then how can there exit such a mother who have killed her own daughter ?
Was she not a woman, that she killed her own daughter because she was a girl ?
I can’t believe that any mother could do this….
And tears starts flooding from my eyes thinking of female foeticide, rape case, domestic violence on woman…
If a mother can do this cruel act than anyone can come up and rape that girl child or kill that child before being born.
Our girls are not secured, not secured anywhere not even in the hands of some mothers …
And i feel damn angry using the word mother for her, she is a devil who is more crucial than anything else in this world.
My mind reader friend wipes my tears…and hugs me.
She thn consoles me and feels happy that her daughter have become this big to understand this all and raise voice against all such issues.
Yes, my mind reader there was my mom.
And she is the best friend who wipes my tears when I hear such cruel acts and comforts in her laps caressing hair with a soft massage.
The next morning when I wake up, I see my room whole covered with flowers and there lied a bouquet of flowers
A Very Happy Daughter’s Day !
I have been celebrating daughter’s day with them from a long time, i hug my mom and then she gives me a letter which contained the documents of that case, where the girl was killed by her mother, mom gave me permission to fight for that innocent your year old girl…
And then I took that letter, immediately signed it and started preparing for the peace of that little girl and many more such girls all around the globe.
The post is a part of #MyFriendAlexa with Blogchatter.