this not my story
but its a story that wants telling
there was a girl i knew
....i remember her as a shy girl...
let me call her Priya.
She belonged to a very conservative family.A family that was bound to its tradition and values,it was a family that believed that the rightful place of a girl is at home,a family that believed that the girls even though educated should never breakout of the charmed circle of the family.
Priya ,being a good and a sensible girl always went along with the beliefs of her family.She knew they loved her well and wanted just to protect her.While she was living her life being practical ,good and sensible; her heart was unfolding its own dream to her..
Within the core of a heart there was an ambition that fit nowhere in the life that she was brought up to lead,this is what she had to say...neither do i want to be a teacher or a scholar nor an engineer.What i want to do is fly...is it possible?
It wasn't possible.There was no other thought in her mind ,no other desire in her heart.All her life she had been a girl who would be accompanied by family wherever she went.Even for school outings she had had to take special permission!
What happened later is what matters most..
Priya was true to her ambition.She flew to the US to learn to fly!
And she would be a pilot...she would fly...
So i call her...my hero...
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