Tyrst

 I would like to include the phrase “Never push a loyal person to the point where they no longer care” When I was young I had read that India was a democratic country. After my marriage I feel that I am living a caged life. Like the pet parrot who screeches on arrival of the owner. What is my recognition? I am always referred as someone’s daughter someone’s wife someone’s mom………………..why don’t I have a name  a character I feel that I am akin to the door mat what is my mistake for being treated like that  . I am not working I don’t have the money s u treat me with so much little respect. My husband left me but then it is fault … because I m a woman We say we r modern woman we hide the bruises behind lip gloss and mascara and flaunt our dress but what about the soul is it really matured is it happy …. We have so many masks behind which we hide I am always hiding behind the mask of ignorance and show fake smiles All the worlds a fake, I am also one among them Lost the innocence