When I was in my petticoats

Time just flies away…today when I look back the memories of the good old days rush into my heart…life was so much different…so much of fun and enthusiasm enlivened life…the innocence of a child added colors to it…beyond the horizon set by the real world, I cherished a world of my own, where butterflies danced with me…flowers smiled with me…the chirping birds sang chorus to my songs…the splashing river made my days brighter…be it sunny or rainy the day seemed always welcoming…a sanguinity lingered around my life…oh! How I wish those good old days may return…
Comics and stories made my world…nature was so close to me…the compartments set by society were distant to me…conventions and customs of good living unknown to me…I was always moving around in my colorful petticoats, unconcerned and unaware of the life ahead…though there were no tensions and anxieties, there was always something to think about, beautiful thoughts ever filled the system…neither I was anxious nor was I a cause of anxiety for others…but alas! Time just flies, years race and my petticoats are replaced by skirts…skirts again by salwars and kurtis and then by saris…
The complexities in dressing reflects in life…yes, I am no more in my petticoats and if I am the world looks at me with suspicion…rather mocks me, ridicules me…I am blamed of neglecting the custom, I am accused of forgetting the traditions, I am charted as western, my parents are criticized of poor parenting…the whole world comes down on me…
When in petticoats I loved my secluded life…I loved to be alone and had bliss in solitude with the company of my fairy world…then I was pestered to be part of the society, forced to identify with the social milieu…when in salwar I am directed to be quite, rather lead a life of solitude keeping away from the venomous society…polluted ecosystem looks at my transformation with a dangerous thirst…I find it strenuous to identify the unfathomable and frightening depth seen in the eyes of society…it frightens me, deserts me, agonizes me…and lo! When I resurrected myself to fit the salwar, I am asked to move back to my petticoat ways…donning the petticoat life in the mould of salwar is as maddening for me as is for a drop of water to find identity in the fathomless sea…
Oh petticoat!!!Why did I ever have to shun you??? Sadly, I am unable to fit myself into you again…but I wish I could…