Dear Love| An open letter series #9

A Writer's Deli

Dear Love,
Young girls and lost dreams- You weren’t made to be mediocre. Remember, you had high hopes of yourself?  When father asked what did you want to be when you grew up, you questioned back.
“What was the biggest thing to be?”
“A Prime Minister”,  he replied.
‘Bigger?! ‘, you retort. 
‘”A President “, He says. 
“Bigger still?”
Dad ponders.
“God…? “, he humours.  
You think for a moment and settle for the President”.
Dad smiles. You don’t know what his smile means. You smile too, with Pride. 
You’ve an aim now.
You get 10/10 on tests. A star. An A plus grade.
There’s nothing between you and your dream. Dreams change. 
You want to be an IAS Officer. An engineer later on. 
You grow complacent, with time. 
Dad is still proud.
Your dreams are different now.
You’re in love. Cultural influences have you believing your dreams aren’t…

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