Ever since she was a little girl, she was taught that pink is for girls and blue is for boys! Back then she was too young to acknowledge the ugly truth disguised in these rules of the society.. It so happened that as she grew old she was drawn more to blue than she was to pink…much to the amusement of many.. Each time she purchased a blue dress or a blue gadget, the rebel in her would pat her back for successfully breaking the norms. Little did she know that there were bigger barriers to break as she moved ahead in life.
She was all set to marry her knight in shining armour. The rebel in her was sad for not being able to get herself a blue wedding gown… but she was happy to settle for pink, just this once. However, her undying love for blue found its way through the blue rock that he placed on her ring finger… She couldn’t have been happier.
Sadly, her love for blue did die after all… when she woke up day in day out in his home, all bruised and battered, the love did die… every evening she would look at the scars turns blue and smile at them for loving her so much that they refused to go… when she was told that pink is for girls and blue is for boys, never was she told that there were other roles too, that were defined differently for girls and boys… that boys don’t cry and girls can’t say NO.
It was funny how now each time she looked up at the blue sky all she did was wait for it to turn pink!