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Favorite Color
“What is your favorite color?”
A question that always caught me off guard. There are thousands of colors in the color palette. Why do I have to choose only one?
On Sundays, I love purple. On Mondays, I love yellow. On Tuesday, I love some brown. For different week of the day I loved different color.
A voice asked, “Why are you so fickle?”
“Because I am an average”
As time passed by, I learnt that only rainbows can own all seven colors. An average person has only right to own little to no colors. Because an average person’s life is carping. It is not germane for him to own the encomium of rainbow, especially, if the gender of the average person is female.
Females have only rights to own pink.
But I, a female, don’t fall on the spectrum of pink.
“Sorry you have no choice”, a voice says comfortably.
I wonder how many years the voice has taken to sound so indifferent. No doubt, this is how my voice will sound in few years- nonchalant and unbothered.
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Once my classmate said in the class, "My sister thinks that she can save the world, yet she is failing her organic chemistry class in college."
This was the statement that has put the seed in my mind for this piece.
I found myself questioning, "Where is the innocence?" "Is having such thoughts too childish?" "Why we can't think ourselves as a superhero, trying to save the world?".
As I was writing college essays, I felt as if I was the most worthless human being in this world. I felt inferior. All of hardwork, sincerity, passion, and sacrifices really don't matter to the hearts made of money. Looking at the tuitions, I felt education is equal to money. My desire to learn and actually wanting to get education don't really benefit any colleges.
Coming from a middle class family, craving for education is equal to luxury