Soul Out Of Cage.!

Hey there!

I play the role of a soul to an obnoxious species on EARTH. I call that species a "cage", while people named it a "girl", "lady", "woman" etc., placing it in all positions possible from respectable mother to cruddy slut. Being hushed for more than two decades, I got pretty bored and got out of my cage to entertain you with few stories.

To start with, I tell you the story of MY cage as I know nothing so absolute than that.

0 years old:

Going back to our embryonic days when I and my cage started taking form, I  had many questions on my mind- What am I? Why am I locked up in something so small? What is it? Why is it changing its size and form?. Frankly speaking, these MIGHT BE the questions I was supposed to have then but I didn't. Instead, I just started living with it mesmerized by its beauty- the beauty of it in silently incarnating for days and months together. "I will never leave something so delicately angelic as my cage", I swore.  

Once, there happened this discussion, in the outside world, whether or not to let my cage live. I couldn't comprehend it at first, but later on I got the hang of it. People out there were not in a stage to accept my cage as one of them as it is a GIRL. They find it alien- and acted as if it was something that would crush them to death. I felt threatened by their thoughts. What will happen to my cage and me in it. Deep inside, I have always felt lucky to have such an alluring cage. Breathtaking sight it is to see it sleep but will I never be able to see those beautiful eyes open? It's perky heart throbbing as if proving the gamut of its cheery life. What will happen to us the next second it stops making that music. Will I be dead too? Or will I be dwelling over it in its germinal parts covered in blood slowly decaying as days pass. Those thoughts introduced me to the labyrinth of feelings I have never felt before- weak, sad, outrage, helplessness, vexation and many more making it hard to discern which feeling first and soothe it. 

For the next few days, I have tried all fruitless feats possible to help my cage live. I tried to wake my sleeping cage but alas! it ain't sleeping. It is still under process of evolution, yearning to step on earth and live contentedly. How lacking is it's state to have any subtle idea of the fatal future people have written for it. I yelled to beasts outside, begged to let us live- all in vain. My cage will prove itself as a promising daughter and I, as a beautiful mind and soul. What else do people want. I even tried to get out of my cage to teach those beasts a lesson. If I were the one on outside, I would never give up on anything that could let my cage live. How helpless we were. Mother's womb ought to be the safest place. But for girls who have an equal right to live, without whom human species cannot exist, who carries in her the future generation in that womb, even it is not the place to live. 

How narrow are the people out there. They need a boy who will earn them a living but don't even give that chance to a girl to prove herself by doing the same. They need a boy to light their pyre which they couldn't even see. And reject a girl, only who have the ability to carry a new life in herself. I feel scared to let my cage step out, if it has any chance at all. But I wish for it to live, to lead a challenging life and change at least one of those beasts outside, into human. I would be there in my cage always trying to change that one beast. We just need one chance- To Live.!

The dreadful day has come. People have decided to murder my cage. I have failed in all my attempts to stop it. Time has come for my cage to get pulled out of its womb mercilessly. I embraced it firmly knowing these are our final moments together. I don't have a slightest clue of what would happen to us later. Our future is a dark room with terrifying doors into which we are supposed to enter without any choice. The process has begun and I could feel the touch of doctor on outside my cage. Few more minutes of life and.....BLANK. Is my darling cage in a position to feel pain? I hope not. I'm not able to bear even the mental trauma. How can it, something so delicate bear physical. "STOP!!... PLEASE. JUST LET US LIVE.....PLEASE.!!!", I shout. But my voice does not even reach my cage. It is still sleeping...peacefully, unaware of its dawning murder.

But to my surprise that touch of doctor ceased and........it-seems my cage grew to an extent that it would harm it's mother if the process continues. 

I'm alive...so is my cage.!