Arya: Daddy, I cannot sleep without a story.
Daddy: Not today baby girl, daddy is too tired.
Arya: Daddyyyyy please!
Daddy: You stubborn brat! Okay, let me tell you a story I heard from my Grandma.
Long long ago, there flourished a kingdom where humans were divided as men and women. The seed producers were called men and the seed carriers were called women.
The producers were expected to bring bread home and make all the big decisions.
Arya: But daddy, mumma is the one who goes to office! And, you and mumma share the responsibility of making all the decisions.
Daddy: Yes love, back then there was not much of a choice.
The daddys’ had to go to office. If they chose not to, society questioned them and their potential.
Arya: That’s so unfair for you daddy!
Daddy: I know baby. So listen, the seed carriers were expected to take care of the family and nourish the children.
In that kingdom, pay was different for the carriers and the producers who showcased the same potential.
Mumma would gurrhhhh in anger if she was a part of that kingdom.
Daddy: Haha, aye Captain!
The producers were emotionally constipated because they were expected not to shed even a single drop of tear. If they cried, they were booed and called a carrier.
Arya: Daddy, you cry all the time! And anyway, what’s wrong in being a carrier?
Daddy: There is nothing wrong about it baby, so that’s how the uprising began.
All the seed producers decided that they don’t want to stay silent and be puppets anymore. They marched forward and questioned the system.
Placards were made, silent protests were protested and the silence of producers was joined by the carriers.
The kingdom went mum and the silence gave birth to a new kingdom with a new hope.
Arya: Daddy, I would be so sad for you if you were born in that kingdom. I’m happy you are a producer and not a man.