Not our Freedom!

Annada Mishra
Aug 5, 2017
1 min read

The freedom that women were supposed to have found in the sixties largely boiled down to easy contraception and choice of food; things to make life easier for men, in fact”—Julie Burchill, she read.

A dark room coiled her in, churning thoughts and emotions around. Burning her from within, choking her breath, deafening the sound.

Outside was a world marred with apparent equality. While most women were busy looking for new rights to claim feminism, Ann was busy looking for new opportunities to own her spirits. Because when the door you’ve been knocking at finally opens, you don’t ask why. You run through.

And she did.

Instead of seeing genders as two opposite ideals, she focused on the broader spectrum consisting of both.

But it was amusing how the moment she stepped up; she was dragged down in the name of culture and sobriety. Would she give up? Duh, never! And finally she rose like the fire within her soul. Breaking barriers and confronting obligations, she knew she was finally in a place to make threats rather than responding to them. She changed the definition of equality from feminism to liberalism. They disbelieved her stature to command but soon were taking down her instructions. And when she finally stood up against all odds, narrating her story. We all learnt communally,