Kanchhi, Why are you like this?

They asked you with narrowed eyes!

As if you were a puzzle they didn't wanna solve.
As if your softness was a flaw,
your anger an inconvenience,
and your dreams a burden!

But I know why you're like this.

You were born into a world that didn't know what to do with you..
girls like you
girls with big feelings, questions, and invisible wounds.
A world that celebrated sons with drums and silence for daughters.
A world where your worth was measured by how much you could carry,
how little space you took,
and how obediently you could disappear.

You learned early how to stay quiet in rooms where you were hurting.
You learned to be helpful, to smile, to make yourself small
so others could breathe easier around you.
You held your sadness in your bones.
You became so good at surviving that no one saw how much it was costing you.

But I see you now.

I see you Kanchhi—
the girl who was always watching,
always waiting,
always wondering 'Whats wrong with me?'.

It's not your fault, baby girl…
you were shaped in the shadows.
You were never too much.
Your essence was polluted..

You don't have to prove your worth anymore.
You are not a burden.
You are not broken.
You are the storm and the stillness.
You are every unshed tear turned into strength.

And I'm here now, walking beside you.
Clearing the fog.
Writing you into the light

Love,
Me — Your future self, finally ready to speak.