The Beige Wall

 She swept the floor as I picked up my school bag and kept it on my desk. She swiftly moved ahead with a wearisome look on her face. I pulled my chair and sat down, resting my hands on my desk. "How old are you?" I finally broke the ice. "I'm four months younger than you, and turned 16 this year" she said. I was amazed when I heard it... she was just 16, and so was I... She came to my house daily, and performed those same household chores. She scratched the same floor and did the same dishes everyday. She did those things as if she was made for it... While, I sat in my room and attended my online lectures, gaining knowledge about the world. I looked out of the window and imagined an open sky for myself. If she would've been gazing at this same sky, more or less it'd be a burden for her... I remember her talking about her husband once... yes, her 'husband'. "I don't even remember when I got married, though my husband does, we talk ov...

 " When you judge someone, you don't define them, you define yourself."     -Unknown What would people think about me? What would they say? Aren't we all confined inside the boundaries of people's opinions about us? Every step we take in our lives is affected by people's views about us. Their judgements and their critical thoughts always run in our minds. Our life choices, reflect these opinions and restrict us from following our heart. But, are we really answerable to them, about our life and about our wishes? No. We are never answerable to anyone for how we want to live our life. We let ourselves down when we justify our decisions. Every time we provide them a reason, we doubt our own self. By giving them what they want, we continue disappointing ourselves. When we don't speak up, when we don't stand up, we betray ourselves. We give them a chance to question us and pull us down. The choices we make and the kind of life we live is wholly virtuo...