Familial Dystopia
Image: Zauther, deviantart.com The women around me whom I first met as girls. They were brave and full of positivity. They were so much into beauty and the future. I even envied them. My parents had strong ideologies and limited aspirations. These girls seemed to be free from such overpowering paradigms. All these women, except a few, excelled in education. They got jobs and married. Their education and jobs ranked high in the marriage choices they were offered. During the first few years, the star-eyed couples went on vacations, built houses and had kids filling their homes with laughter. Then they settled down like coffee shreds in a pot. The clear coffee poured from the pot but they did not. The light went drab in their eyes. Their shoulders sagged and their gait changed. Somewhere on the road they took, they entered a contract to serve the dystopia, family. I see them withering away. They became obese, eating all the leftovers from the meals...