Soliloquy 3

O my mind! Why are you lamenting? For whom are you lamenting? She was not your Mother. She could not be your Mother. She could not love you selflessly as a Mother. Pity on her, sympathise with her. Don't be angry with her. Don't be sad. Don't shed tears. She was a poor woman bound in the shackles of patriarchal chains. She had never formed her own thinking. She didn't know how to think freely. She didn't even know how to think for herself. She could not love herself properly, how could she love others. She was not allowed to grow freely, she was not allowed to think freely, she was not even allowed to choose motherhood freely. She didn't have complete rights over her own body. She just wanted those rights over you, your own child. Little did she know that she was foolish and immature. She could not be her own centre or anybody's centre, so she  forced you to become her centre. She couldn't get anyone to cry for her, so she compelled you to cry for her, laugh for her, only for her. She couldn't get anyone to help her, so she wanted you to help her in all her endeavors.She never knew Motherhood is a feeling, it is not a relation. The feeling doesn't vanish when the umbilical cord is cut. The feeling doesn't arise with the kick of the child in the womb. It can or can't exist if she wants it to exist within herself. It is not so natural as thought to be, it is human-made.

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