An urban upbringing

I’m a 16 year old Indian girl who was born with a silver spoon in my mouth even before I was born as my parents could afford all the nutrients necessary for the birth of a healthy baby. I’m a 16 year old Indian girl who was born with a stable roof over my head. I’m a 16 year old Indian girl who was born to parents who can afford to provide electricity, water and all other basic facilities and even some non-basic ones. I’m a 16 year old Indian girl whose little feet was adorned with beautiful little silver anklets as the relatives brought more to adorn the rest of my little body. I’m a 16 year old Indian girl whose parents could afford to put me in a renown private school that provides good quality education. I’m a 16 year old Indian girl whose parents can afford three meals a day and further, can afford to buy any food item that I like. I’m a 16 year old Indian girl whose parents can buy clothes and further, can buy clothes that I like. I’m a 16 year old Indian girl whose parents can take me on tours during my vacations. I’m a 16 year old Indian girl whose parents can afford to buy extra books for various examinations and put me in coaching institutes to give me additional support to ace the highly competitive examinations specially designed for well off students. I’m a 16 year old Indian girl whose parents can afford to go to a good quality private hospital if I do fall ill and can afford all the medicines and tests that are prescribed. I’m a 16 year old Indian girl who has witnessed only the life that is contained within the silver spoon as I lie unknowing of the other 16 year olds that don’t have even a grain a day to fill their stomach forget a spoon or a silver one at that as they run and run to just survive, just to be able to stay alive forget actually living. For the education I was given hasn’t taught me about the truth of my country or how to change it for the only thing I have learnt is to study that which helps myself. And that is exactly what I will do as I join hands with thousands like me who aspire to leave this country in search of better lives. But after all this, this country will remain here as the showcase of the hideous truth of the disaster sparked by the selfishness of the rich and helplessness of the poor.

With sarcasm and utmost worry

a 16 year old Indian girl

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  1. I must say, your love for our country is clearly visible in the post.
    Good luck. 😊

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  2. Thoughtful post Pavithra

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