Since I was fifteen years old, my dad made me independent. I learned how to drive a scooty, I used to go to the school and tuitions myself, and I even used to help my dad in his business by paying office and house bills. It was surely an easy thing for a child living in a metro city, but in a small town, that too in a locality with narrow minded people- these things mattered a lot.
Once, my dad asked me to buy some non-veg food from this restaurant at 8 o clock in the night and that too on my scooty. There, I was surrounded by all these uncles and boys and at first I felt very scared and shy. But then I don’t know what came into me; I felt that sense of confidence to face the world. All alone.
I used to feel a bit frustrated while doing all my work by myself. All girls used to be accompanied by their fathers and brothers. But I used to be alone.
Now, I realize the real motive of my dad behind all this. He was making me independent and confident. This thing made me feel that girls are no less than boys, and we should never feel this thing within. The world will dominate and scare you, but its up to you to face it. Only you can prepare yourself to be bold and brave.
A person is all alone in this race. No one is going to be by your side. Its you who has to take decisions for yourself and own up to all your mistakes.
Only you can make yourself bold and beautiful from within.
In India it’s usually the male child who is laden with the responsibility of carrying out such chores. But it inspires me how doing something for her father gave this person an urge, and the confidence that she could do anything by herself.
Here’s an effort by a girl to overcome her inherent fears, to pay no heed to society’s judgments, and to be free in every sense of the word. Don’t we all feel the same at some point, too? In fact, don’t we all want the same?
Someone whose childhood has led her up to this current state in her life where she’s a happy, and more importantly free soul; free from dependence on anyone for anything; and all this a result of one small experience, standing at a restaurant one night? Little moments in life really make us who we are, don’t they?
I’ve come to idolize the way her words exude a confidence that she seems to have heaped into her spirit through experience and struggles. This story has inspired me a lot because, this is what I want to be, too. Independent.
(The Anonymous Anecdotes is a project under which anyone can send me a memory, a story or an experience from their life that had a profound impact on them. It requires people to write their respective experience along with the way it changed them or their perception of life. According to the project, these stories are being published anonymously, with the intent of spreading a positive message and a hope that anyone who reads, relates or learns. If you’re interested, you can send me your story at firstname.lastname@example.org.)