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What freedom means to me : By Shipra

Independence means something different to each of us. It means the right to act, speak, or think as one wants. It is also a state of self-control or self-ownership in which each and every person has legal right to speak and act freely. My definition of freedom always changed with stages of my life. During my childhood, not doing homework was my biggest freedom :). In my teenage, spending limitless time with friends was a real feel of my freedom. When I started working and started taking laws and government seriously, I always thought that our country is so great. It has given us “Right to freedom” which includes speech and expression, assembly, association or union, movement, residence, right to practice any profession or occupation and right to life. I did my studies in the way I wanted. I had freedom to say anything to my parents. I started doing job the way I liked. I traveled many places for participating in different competitions because I wanted to participate and my parents had given me this freedom. I made my own choices and experienced my freedom with plenty of rope. I was fun, I was free and I was loving it! But being a girl from a middle class family, I always believe in putting boundaries in freedom. This liberty doesn't allow me to do anything in this universe without caring things around me. Thanks to my parents and teachers who became the periphery for my freedom so that I could enjoy it fullest, without getting me in any trouble.
After I got married, another beautiful stage, my husband became the edge of my freedom. I can work, I can go for outing with friends, I can sleep till very late, I can spend money as I wish all this because I have license to do it. I can do what I want to do because I am an "Independent" woman. And he as a nice person always respects my freedom. Now I am into most special stage of my life, “Motherhood”. And honestly I think I have lost some part of my freedom. I am still working but I have to be home timely. I can still go with my friends for ‘n’ number of hours. But after spending some time, I start thinking about my son. Now my talks are mostly around Vibhu. I strongly regard that for a mother, there is no freedom. A mother feels happy in losing her freedom for her babies. Motherhood brings new, priceless gifts as well. A deeper capacity for love and self-sacrifice, increased sympathy for others, a belief in god, a fearlessness and confidence and inner peace which was never known before.

I have changed and so have changed my definitions of independence. Now independence means “pursuit of happiness” to me. If I can do what makes me and my family happy, its freedom. I can still do things which I used to do to kiss my independence but now I see how these things affect my family, specially Vibhu. I now cherish my freedom in servility of my son. I enjoy my freedom under the supervision of my husband :)

I feel proud for what I have and where I am today "Free and Happy" :)

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