No, thanks. I’m not a Cinderella. And don’t try to make me one. I’ll not be judged merely by my appearance or so called good virtues of a ’Sanskari girl’. As far as beauty is concerned, it lies in the viewer’s eyes. I’ve not only got a beautiful heart, but an exceptional brain also.
I’m a grown up. I can take care of myself. I’m independent enough to look after myself. I don’t need a prince charming to appear from nowhere and elope me on that royal horse along with him to some far away fairy land, which is supposed to be a happy ending.
I don’t need someone just for my security. It’s a mutual relationship. Please keep me away from this age old virtues, in which the only ambition or settlement of a girl’s life is getting married to a well settled handsome boy and the only motive would be to please him by your looks and in return he will take care of you, provide you the so-called security for the entire life.
I’m myself. I’m comfortable in my own shoes, not Cinderella’s. I’m proud of whatever I’m. Are you?