This letter is for that girl child who has to abandon
her life and live for the society.
It is for her who is expected to be the best chef without training.
I write to sympathise with the little girl who is vulnerable to rape and manipulation by the loved ones.

I understand the injustice of inequality when it comes to careers " a woman's place is in the kitchen. "
You wanted to be a general in the army I know, but you can command your children at home.
That white laboratory gown and stethoscope would have looked great on you, but a chalk in hand would have been loved more by society.

I write to boost your ego that even if your hips are not round enough as expected, your still beautiful.
Even if your boobs and cleavage doesn't make their mouths drool, you're still beautiful.
As long as you have a beautiful heart and innocent soul, you're a rose in this filthy garden earth

You fall in love with another girl, marry her.
Your happiness matters the most after all.
You crave cigars and whisky?
Pour that tot and blow smoke like angels float above you.
It's your good time after all.