A queer experience it is
A feeling that defies description
An emotion beyond expression
Giving a daughter away , you don’t know how to name it .
Is it a sense of self appreciation at having performed a parental duty gracefully in accordance with the established custom ?
A sense of relief that your beloved daughter is going to enter a new phase of life holding the promises of a rosy future ?
Or is it a belated afterthought troubling you
that you might have entrusted
the life of your loving daughter
to the mercy of a stranger ?
Regret that you consented to send her away rather early while it
Could be done a little later ?
Apprehensions? will or won’t she be granted the same love and care ,she has been brought up with ?
Will she be ensured protection as was done to her right from her birth ?
Or is it the fear of impending loneliness back at home caused by the glaring absence of a darling child ?
The chain of tormenting thoughts keeps the mind confused
leaving it hard to decide
whether it is a time to rejoice or other wise .
But then ,as it always happens , Prudence gets the better of emotions
And rhyme and reason begin to prevail
Asserting the truth that we are merely a small link in the age old chain of tradition and bound to act as our predecessors have been doing since time immemorial.
Hence ,no matter how painful the parting be
How deep the sense of loss,how dreadful the worries about her future
The fact remains that she is born a daughter, an asset that belongs to some other family ,and therefore ,must be parted with .
A loving farewell is all we can bid her
With gifts of blessings and wishes in abundance
for her smooth going in the new household
Tears may be welling up but must not be allowed to roll down
Till she is believed to have entered there
to a cordial welcome
marking the beginning of celebrations
extending to the whole of her lifetime .