A Guest in My Own Home

Today I realized that the things we always hear from society aren't always true. But there are some truths that I actually felt today... I don't know, am I right or wrong?

But actually girls are considered paraya dhan, or no matter how much we deny it, at some point, over time, we realize it and have to accept it. Even when family members are joking, you might not feel it that much-but when an incident actually happens with you, it hits differently.

Suddenly, the things I kept in my own home started to change with the arrival of a new person. my comfort zone, my own belongings, started being altered without my permission. I couldn't do anything because I had to adjust. And if I said I didn't want things to be changed, my dad said, "tum toh chali jaoge apne ghar, ab changes ghar ke naye member ke according honge."

In just a few days, I felt.... he was right. This house was never truly ours, the way we considered it. Maybe this is true for everyone, but no one wants their personal space or belongings to be changed. That  moment made me realize-I'm no longer really a member of this family. I'm more like a guest.... one day I'll leave for my in-laws' house, and maybe that will be my home.... or maybe it won't even be that.

It's so difficult to realize such things, and yeah... it hurts.💔