The EifFel TowEr

Standing in front of it, the confident stature had glint in her eyes washing memories of how her parents acted when she wanted to learn Architecture.

Photo by Lucas Albuquerque

She was nine when she announced her dream to her parents. A dedicated notebook was filled with its pictures. The glowing Eiffel tower in Paris, underneath which the twinkling River Seine flows, was the first in her collection. Attracted to the geometrical design, she started weaving her path.

Architect was no field for her parents as the society has already graded fields according to the amount of income received and the more the amount, the higher the status in society which simultaneously increases the respect of the parents. The narcissistic parents tried to change their daughter’s path to being a Doctor. Their egoistic actions and words went rude with each other as well as her while watching her marks, in the specific subjects, never making it above borderline. This inscribed the saddest part of her life in her heart.

Being an adult and watching her classmates achieving their dreams, she chose to go against her parents, for the first time in twenty years. Not knowing if it is right or wrong, she applied for the course of architecture in Paris with scholarship.

by
Kritika
https://www.instagram.com/undressedthoughts

*This story has been written assuming the society to not be bias about gender.
**Very much common in Indian Subcontinent.

In response to the following prompts:
1. What do you see # 69 -February 15 2021 – Keep it alive (lifeafter50forwomen.com)
2. Friday Fun – your path – aroused

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Pearl

Silence silently crept
unknowingly wrapped her soul
like the sea shell, strong
protecting the only pearl

Outrageous people with acidic tone
her dauntless face repelled
Focus accompanied at every step
the damsel turned all stones

The collected shards on the journey
her courage turned them all into gold
Penned them all in an autobiography
of which millions of copies were sold

by
Kritika
https://www.instagram.com/undressedthoughts

*DO NOT COPY ME*


Furious She

Illustration by Kritika

the blue ink will spill
her hands untied will write
she will not let it go
until she empties herself from inside

@ Kritika

Stitching her mouth would not sew the thoughts inside the fissures, deliberately
created by this proud society in the form of her beloveds whom she once admired with respect.

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Copying of the content and image is not permissible. The writers put in their souls in writing a piece of literature. A prior permission of the author of the blog is mandatory before using the content or the image (which has been created by the author of the blog).