Dear aai,
You and I are a part of two different worlds. Yet, we have one thing in common, we both come from women who changed their names for a man, women who travelled galaxies after galaxies to a place where they finally lost their identity. Aai, you come from a world where women smelled of sacrifices because they breathed adjustments in place of air and bled compromises in place of blood, Women who were taught menstruation is a SECRET blessing and breastfeeding is eternal happiness. Aai, you come from a world which failed to produce a daughter who asked for a mini skirt, a world which believed entering a temple with a bleeding vagina is a sin but catcalling and eve teasing is manning up, a world that sung women, whose dreaming bodies were fucked by a stranger with a penis. And yet, you taught me to worship my femininity, that life isn't a love story of a penis and a vagina and nor is it a war between the two. You, taught me financial independence is as beautiful as breast feeding. I want to be a part of the world that doesn't glorify a woman who left her dreams to make tea five times a day for a man who doesn't know what fake orgasms are, a world which will not epitomize sacrifices in the name of motherhood, will not idolize unjust compromises. I will never serve a man who asks me to be his mother, I will never again be the woman who stays shut when groped. And as I carry your legacy to my daughter, as we together build a new world, would you come along Aai? To a world which cares a little more about you? To finally live a life that you wanted?