Here's an ode to all Soumi's unsung Sitas!! Enjoy!!! Mita.

Broken Rules

I write words I barely comprehend, in tenets you do not grasp. Yet I continue to write for you. For one day you might learn to read me (though you might not wish to read me now).

People say I'm privileged. Privileged "what"? Privileged that I escaped my sisters' fate? (limitless confinement, endless drudgery)? Privileged that I dare to dream? (seek refuge in broken rules)? I'm painfully aware even literacy is a privilege. So, I compose alien words (pretend, defend, survive).

My fate is perhaps sealed in the lines of my palm but I refuse to believe. (deny, defy, survive). I will trip and falter over the alien words you refuse to read, but I will make you understand (I will wait until) In abandoned history, in posterity (you will acquiesce) and together we shall rise empowered in our morrow.