Queue.. such a simple word.. literal meaning.. standing in a line waiting for your turn...
A simple word...
Life for her had turned into an endless wait from one queue to the other.. She was born as a third child in the queue of desire for a boy child by her parents. Mother had wanted to protect her from the anger of the rest of the family, but her weakness did not allow her to save her child.
She spent her childhood being neglected and had to suffice herself with the bits of love that was given to her... even for being acknowledged she had to wait patiently for her turn...
She had not been blessed with the best of looks... she waited patiently for her turn to be looked and appreciated... She soon realized that in order to be acknowledged by people around her she would have to start using her brains. Gaining knowledge about everything became a passion for her. She wanted to break out of the queue that her life had become and reach the head of the queue.
Everyday was a struggle, a strife to rise above the mediocrity, a wrangling for every ounce of her willpower to fight against being pushed back into the queue... Every time she tried to break out of the queue.. she was muscled back to her corner...
Her life became a constant scramble against the oppression of people... she was loosing her determination to fight on her own... she desired to be supported.. to be held and be told that soon, very soon she would be the one in front of the queue...
Her parents did not understand her want to be the first in the queue... they always tired to make her understand that she did not deserve. people like her never could be in the front... she always struggled..
She was married off against her wishes.. and then a whole new struggle of not being in the queue started... Now her struggle was to be the first in the queue to buy groceries for her household.. her desires and aims were 'dulled' out and she now thought of these as if it had all happened to someone else in some other world....
Her desires were made to stand in a queue.. a queue which she had tried to break but which ended up breaking her
A simple word...
Life for her had turned into an endless wait from one queue to the other.. She was born as a third child in the queue of desire for a boy child by her parents. Mother had wanted to protect her from the anger of the rest of the family, but her weakness did not allow her to save her child.
She spent her childhood being neglected and had to suffice herself with the bits of love that was given to her... even for being acknowledged she had to wait patiently for her turn...
She had not been blessed with the best of looks... she waited patiently for her turn to be looked and appreciated... She soon realized that in order to be acknowledged by people around her she would have to start using her brains. Gaining knowledge about everything became a passion for her. She wanted to break out of the queue that her life had become and reach the head of the queue.
Everyday was a struggle, a strife to rise above the mediocrity, a wrangling for every ounce of her willpower to fight against being pushed back into the queue... Every time she tried to break out of the queue.. she was muscled back to her corner...
Her life became a constant scramble against the oppression of people... she was loosing her determination to fight on her own... she desired to be supported.. to be held and be told that soon, very soon she would be the one in front of the queue...
Her parents did not understand her want to be the first in the queue... they always tired to make her understand that she did not deserve. people like her never could be in the front... she always struggled..
She was married off against her wishes.. and then a whole new struggle of not being in the queue started... Now her struggle was to be the first in the queue to buy groceries for her household.. her desires and aims were 'dulled' out and she now thought of these as if it had all happened to someone else in some other world....
Her desires were made to stand in a queue.. a queue which she had tried to break but which ended up breaking her
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