longing for the audition when I heard those magical words from him. I felt like I got salvation from the great pain. Everything was normal again. I remembered the story of a parrot when I was in school. The master of the parrot loves it and made a golden cage with luxurious bed and provided fresh chilles. But the parrot wisely escapes from their in spite of lots of love and caring. The same was with me. I had parents who provide me everything I want and a loving boyfriend but I couldn’t decide anything
daughters are hidden away behind a curtain, their role in life simply to prepare food and give birth to children” she continues, thereby emphasizing her point as to the socio-political areas of the country she lived in. Women are birds locked in a golden cage and often the punch bags of the opposite sex. This is not a general view except in places where the rate of literacy is below 50 percent and where the cultural background hinders the growth of women. It is seen that her mother’s life resembles the