The fourth Sunday of September is celebrated as Daughter’s day. I am not sure how many of us know about it, because I myself came to know about it yesterday through a blog. But isn’t it similar to women’s day ... then why a separate day for Daughters?
Are people trying to compensate for their atrocities towards women by dedicated each day to them?
With thousands of girls forced into prostitution, infanticide still prevalent in some parts of the country, where women are forced to abide my rules and their wings clipped before it unfurls, where a daughter is still burned for dowry, molestation and rape victims are tortured and ripped of their pride by the society ... Give me one reason to celebrate this day.
Of course I can celebrate my freedom, my dreams turning into a reality, the pride with which I live ... but I am not the only ‘daughter’ living here.
I think it was better if I was ignorant of this day ... because it has instilled in me anger and frustration against the biased society.
An incident that had recently happened just aggravates my anger.
My friend is working in a small company. One month back her manager had tried to befriend her, asking her number and also asked her out for lunch. She made some excuse and escaped. Then last week, he called a team meeting, after the meeting he asked everyone to leave except her. And then he proposed to her. The manager is married and is having children. Till this day, he has been continuously calling her. My friend is contemplating changing the number and quitting the job but her bond is becoming a hurdle. I am not sure how effective their policy is regarding harassment but for now resignation is the only thing she could come up with.
My pity his wife and his children.
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