Every girl is born like gold—precious, pure, and full of light. She carries dreams as bright as the morning sun: to study, to travel, to create, to lead. But as she grows in an Indian household, those dreams often meet heavy walls.
“Wake up early, help in the kitchen.”
“Why do you need to study so much?”
“Remember, one day you will go to another home.”
While her brothers play outside, she learns to cook, clean, and serve. When she opens her books, she is reminded of the chores left unfinished. Her questions are silenced with the same line: “This is how it has always been.”
And yet, in her heart, she knows she is more than tradition’s burden. Like gold hidden under dust, her spirit waits—shining quietly, unseen but unbroken.
Some girls try to push against the rules. They ask for higher studies, late-night classes, or a chance to work. But instead of encouragement, they hear:
“Too much education makes girls stubborn.”
“Who will marry a girl who argues?”
Others remain silent. They carry their pain within, balancing dreams and duties. A girl may study at dawn before the house wakes. Another may hide her notebooks behind folded saris. A third might save coins secretly, hoping one day to afford her own freedom.
Criticism is sharp: if she speaks, she is called disrespectful; if she stays silent, she is considered obedient but wasted. Yet, in both paths, her dreams breathe quietly, refusing to die.
Even under the weight of family expectations, gold does not lose its shine. Even in the smallest acts of resistance—reading one page, daring to hope—she proves her worth.
These girls are not weak; they are survivors of a system that clips wings but cannot erase the sky. Their strength shows in silence, in patience, in the courage to carry dreams despite the noise of tradition.
One day, their voices will rise together. The girl who was told to stay in the kitchen will lead a company. The one who was denied books will teach others to read. The one who was silenced will speak so loudly that the world cannot ignore her anymore.
Every Indian household has its rules, its boundaries, its chains—but inside those walls live golden spirits, waiting. And when they shine, they will remind the world of this truth: girls are not a burden, they are the nation’s strength.
She may be bound by duty,
Her sky may seem small,
But born of gold and courage,
She will rise above it all.
