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Oh Patriarchy,  you multi-faced demon,  how long you’ve shadowed me? Since the moment I was born  you decided I was not human first  but a girl defined in your terms —  fragile, weak,  fit to nurture, but not build,  soft, but not strong,  dependent, but never free. You are sly...  You hide in blessings spoken at weddings,  in words dressed as care,  in the voices of those I love.  Through them, you whisper: "She must be protected,  not trusted with her own dreams."  And so,

A personal reflection on patriarchy, internalised norms, and the quiet unease we carry... Recently, at a family gathering, I heard a common blessing being offered to a newly married couple:   “Humara ashirwad hai: ladka hi hoga.”   (“Our blessing is: you will have a son.”) It wasn’t just a simple wish for a child—it was a specific and pointed desire for a   male   child. This was not the first time I’d heard such a thing, but that day, something in me stirred differently. I