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Dear atheists, feminists and for everyone who has their own opinions...

By seeing the caption, many might have thought about the content I'm trying to convey here. 

This one is for you ; for those who had the courage to start thinking differently without falling into the so-called flow of society, the the atheists, feminists and for everyone who has got their own stand in any 'societal norm' !


In the current society, it is not so easy to think differently or live according to the change. You may have been isolated from the family or the society at some point. Might be experiencing that still. Might have been blamed by your own family members for being a feminist. Might have abused you calling an arrogant or simp. Small mistakes from you might have been interpreted in the name of feminism.

Might have framed those people who've understood that being a believer or not is an individual's freedom to choose, as the reson for the lack of prosperity of the family. Might have pointed out that all those failures in your life is due to the lack of faith in God. 

Might have been tired of hearing the screams that their child has 'lost' his/her way or the shout outs that you must live only according to them when you live on their expense. 

Similarly, when you said that it is not up to us to decide the gender of a child, when you said that love does not just happen between a male and a female, when you said that women are not forbidden to enjoy sex, when you said that it is quite normal for him to cry loud and her to loud up, when you said that being fat or thin or black or white are not the measures of beauty, when you said that she who wandered at night is not a misguided one, when you said that communalism is dangerous, when you said that India is not anyone's private property, when you said that makeup is not just for women, when you said that it is absurd to judge someone, measuring the length of the cloth......they might have abused you saying many things !


There might be people who come and serve the 'culture' in comment box or inbox when you say or write your opinion/ stand. Might have faced the abuses even against our innocent family members. 

Like that, you may have many around you who are hesitant/ afraid to accept the positive changes around them. 

For those who move forward undeterred by any of these, for those who stood up on their on stand without flinching, for the dearest writers, for the feminists, for the atheists, for those who think with their brains, for those who chose to live according to their wisdom rather than the stupid 'educations' by the society.... 

THANKS !

On the wall of the 12th grade classroom of my school, there was a famous quote of Gandhiji written on it ; 'Be the change that you want to see in this world'. 


Yes...for those who are trying to create a change through their own attitudes and perspectives...for those who are already a part of the change ; Thanks for being that change !

Wishing you all to have a good day.

Thanking you :)





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