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We Aren't the Same, Brother! //caption— % & I. You were born to your parents. So were we. You had a cherubic smile. So had we. But you were welcomed with pomp and pageantry and we had a struggle peeking into this world. Feasts were organized just after you come and eyes lowered with disappointment with our advent. Gifts were exchanged when you cried for the first time and jeers were thrown when we did the same. The ambience rejoiced when you flashed your first blink and walls echoed of mockery when I blinked for the first time. We are definitely not the same, brother; of the obloquy we faced, our birth is the proof. II. You were sent to school. But we weren't. They told you to aspire big and strive to achieve it whereas we were told to preserve our modesty by staying inside the four walls. You sailed your paper boats when it rained in the place and we rushed towards homes curbing our frocks from being wet. When you were out, playing with your friends, we were told to sear fish and wait for your return. You roamed freely donning half-pants and we were eve teased even in our knee-length skirts. We are definitely not the same, brother; of the restrictions we faced, our childhood is the proof. III. You were allowed to dream and our dreams were crushed. You moved to town and we, to our in laws. You pocketed freedom proudly and we tucked responsibilities in our braids, toys left us both but you carried a bunch of pens and in our case, ladles took the charge. Your eyes shined of possibilities and smokes blurred our vision and when you walked straight wearing your identity in your collar, you found us stooping low searching for ours, lost somewhere on the roads. We are definitely not the same, brother; of the inequity we have been through, our adolescence is a proof.

We Aren't the Same, Brother! //caption— % & I. You were born to your parents. So were we. You had a cherubic smile. So had we. But you were welcomed with pomp and pageantry and we had a struggle peeking into this world. Feasts were organized just after you come and eyes lowered with disappointment with our advent. Gifts were exchanged when you cried for the first time and jeers were thrown when we did the same. The ambience rejoiced when you flashed your first blink and walls echoed of mockery when I blinked for the first time. We are definitely not the same, brother; of the obloquy we faced, our birth is the proof. II. You were sent to school. But we weren't. They told you to aspire big and strive to achieve it whereas we were told to preserve our modesty by staying inside the four walls. You sailed your paper boats when it rained in the place and we rushed towards homes curbing our frocks from being wet. When you were out, playing with your friends, we were told to sear fish and wait for your return. You roamed freely donning half-pants and we were eve teased even in our knee-length skirts. We are definitely not the same, brother; of the restrictions we faced, our childhood is the proof. III. You were allowed to dream and our dreams were crushed. You moved to town and we, to our in laws. You pocketed freedom proudly and we tucked responsibilities in our braids, toys left us both but you carried a bunch of pens and in our case, ladles took the charge. Your eyes shined of possibilities and smokes blurred our vision and when you walked straight wearing your identity in your collar, you found us stooping low searching for ours, lost somewhere on the roads. We are definitely not the same, brother; of the inequity we have been through, our adolescence is a proof.