A Message for my daughter on this Raksha Bandhan day

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I was a feminist even before I knew what the word meant.

If my parents asked me to do any chores, I would insist my younger twin brothers did the same. I would not do anything that they were exempt from. As young as I can remember, I was a feminist. A born feminist. It’s in my genes.

Like most Indian families that celebrated all festivals, we celebrated Diwali and Christmas with the same enthusiasm. However, one festival that was a complete no for me was Raksha Bandhan.

So, my brothers longed to flaunt those colorful threads in front of their friends. Girls from their school and neighborhood would tie them Rakhis. Not me.

Who did I need raksha from?, I was the Rakshini herself. I argued.

Besides, I’m the older one. I’m there for their protection always and vice versa. We don’t need a thread to prove anything to anybody. That was my logic, and my brothers understood it in time.

Years later, I had a change of heart for one Raksha Bandhan. Think it had something to do with the overdose of oxytocin post maternity.

Am I over-thinking for a festival dedicated to sibling love?

Did I rob my brothers of their joy of flaunting their sister’s love in front of their friends?

Guilt took over. I decided to make-up. But, just once only, my feminist side reasoned. And so I bought two Rakhis for the first time in my life to tie for my brothers.

This time, they laughed.

“Are you mad?”

That’s when I came to my senses. This is not me. We don’t need a thread to show and prove our love to anyone. We are always there for each other in good, bad, and ugly times.

I’d traveled in my student years in buses and trains, dined in restaurants, and shopped alone. Looking back, I did a lot of things solo without ever needing male protection. But that was more to do with my intrinsic nature, that yearns for its independence and solitude.

I loitered not just during the day on my bike but also went out to nightclubs. I could just be. But I knew well that with that freedom comes responsibility—to live up to the trust that my parents had in me.

Like most women, especially Indian women, I get stalked, proposed, and subjected to unwarranted attention, whether online or offline. But I can tackle such problems on my own. No big deal!

I’m enough to protect myself. That’s also my Raksha Bandhan message to my daughter, who is an only child—

“The hero lies in you.”

One comment

  1. I don’t either celebrate Rakshabandhan to get protection from my brother.
    Honestly, he is not always there for me to protect and he cannot be.
    Rakshabandhan, for me , is a festival to celebrate the love between brothers and sisters. A day for siblings.
    In older times, it was thought that women were weak and they need protection for which they are always dependent on men of their life.
    What earlier was thought is not necessarily going to be the basis of celebration of any festival.
    Change your way of looking at things.
    The brother can also tie rakhi on sister’s wrist.
    Rakshabandhan is not only about the promise a brother does to het sister .A sister can do the same.
    Both can promise each other for their protection..and many more.
    This is not to disrespect you ,mam. I UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU ARE TRYING TO SAY.
    I just felt to express.

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