An invisible cage called Dependency

I have been wondering what to write about. And then I wondered even more, why am I wondering? So I am going to just keep writing what comes to mind and see what story I am able to create here.

Never did I have a thought in the last many years, that I would ever live on my own. It is not unusual for an Indian woman to feel this. Through my childhood, teens and adulthood I lived with my parents. And then when I got married I moved to my then husband’s home. Every woman goes through her own struggle in this society which is built to cage her. This was mine. A struggle to find a door to this cage called dependancy and let myself out.

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An invisible cage called Dependancy