The modern day Juliet. Do you remember the age old romance of Romeo mans Juliet? I am not some obsessed fan of letters to Juliet movie either. Or am I? Unfortunately, this story is not about Romeo. It's not about love either. It's not about you. It's not about me either. It's about her. A Juliet, wishing for one thing she can't have-“let me go?”. But the real question is hundreds of years down the line? Can we let her go? Forget it, I know the answer. You do too.
Here’s my Juliet. Hope you like her, as much as I do.
She was a priced possession in her home. Loved, adored and cared for by one and all. She was 'allowed' to study just like her brother. She was 'allowed' to go out of the house, provided she returned before dark. Indeed, her life was a privilege. Not many get such independence, do they?
She enjoyed studying Political Science in school and once wrote a poetic piece on female infanticide. That was a wrong move, I agree. We all know that it's appealing as a news item or a chapter in textbooks, but definitely unacceptable as a young girl's opinion. Futher, who had asked for her views in the first place? A strong ridicule with a silent string of high society punishment, accompanied the life of mutism for her thoughts came as a consequence.
Sad, isn't it? But this isn't the end of the story. Not even a bend. This was just a trailer before a blockbuster of her romance, with herself.
After a lot of persuasion, she was 'permitted' to continue her higher education in another city. The new sense of freedom came with a cost. A girl always carried her family's reputation with her. It's never just about her, is it?
Oops! One mistake of hers was all it took. It was all it took for her to lose all the privileges she had worked so hard for. She mistook this new chapter of her life as a chance to 'live'. She became reckless and influenced by the 'wrong' group of friends. She committed the most hideous crime of the century-fall in love. Unbelievable! I mean, how could she dream of marrying be her choice? If things weren’t bad enough, that somebody was a different faith? How could she sit with her legs apart? How could she move out without a dupatta? How could she voice out about her monthly muscle cramps?
Most importantly, who 'allowed' her to? This must definitely be the air of the new city culture. Or, it could be that Romeo of hers, acting like a vulture?
She would regret. Of course, she would. This 'protective' world would make sure of it. She would have to pay for. How could she forget all the privileges given to her? Nope. As far as the matter of love was considered, it wasn't 'allowed'. Was it?
I can't tell you who this 'she' is. Maybe it's me. Maybe it's you. Maybe it's the girl sitting on that corner. Or maybe it's all of us. What I can tell you is that by breaking through all the hindrances, she’s trying to come out of the balcony we time and again, trap her in. She’s realising that it’s not the Romeo she wants to be complete. She’s supposed to fall in love with herself. Value who she is! However way, that it!
I can't tell what she wants. But I can surely state, what she doesn't want. She doesn't want your permissions for her freedom. That's because every time you allow her, you take that right away. She doesn't need your protection, she needs to be protected from you.
She just needs to be let go. She doesn't need a Romeo to be Juliet. Does she?
I’ll leave you to decide that.