As a little girl, I’d wear my crisp uniform, neat pleated hair, polished shoes and on Republic Day to school. I’d feel an adrenaline rush when the national flag would rise high and the whole of audience would salute it with the band playing it’s beats in the background. That was the only day w I’d be grateful for being born and living in a free nation. Well! on other days I’d ponder upon freedom at a smaller spectrum, more on a personal front. At a younger age – Freedom was to be able to go anywhere I wanted at any time, was being able to eat what I wanted, buy what I liked, simply have no restrictions from anyone. And I thought I’d be free when I grow up! As I grew up into a teenager and later, I realised at this age Freedom is literally fought for. Freedom is being able to party, choose your clothes, your peers, your profession, your partner, your experiences, being able to BE YOU. And then I got married in an Indian arranged marriage set up, and the idea of freedom began to blur. Are women in Indian really free ? Is what I’d wonder. And mind you, I say this when I have the coolest in-laws you can ever imagine. But it was after marriage that I was introduced to the whole, you got to be a certain way, the whole – “log kya kahenge” plot, the constant struggle to fit into a certain role, the need to be protected made me realise the inability to live life with the kind of complete and utter freedom that I should be entitled to. And then my son happened. A twist of sort began to take place in how I look at myself and at things beyond. Raising him I realised I was growing up. In a pursuit to give him a happy life I was taking better care of my inner soul. Just then I started to blog. The kind of freedom I felt by being able to express myself inspite of being judged, with no fear or inhibitions was unmatched. Freedom to me today is not just being able to wear a bikini or step out of the house at wee hours. It’s that and a lot more. Freedom to me is to be able to express my self freely. To be able to say what I want to and just how I want to say it. Freedom is balancing (read juggling) between home, work and Baby Freedom is to make choices for my future without fearing about astonished faces Freedom is to love myself for being overweight, curvaceous, tall or dark Freedom is being able to raise my voice in my or my family’s defence without having to listen to things Freedom is being able to plan trips with friends even after being married without having to undergo excessive scrutiny. Freedom is sharing household chores with my partner Freedom to me is to able to indulge in self-care without feeling guilty Freedom to me is to learn with trial and error method Freedom is to be able to fall and then rise and hold my head high Freedom to me is to be able to make my choices with pride Freedom is to be child like or be a stern adult as and when I wish Freedom to me is to be a free soul, to be ME or be anyone else for that matter! This blog post is a part of #LetsDiscussFreedom Blogathon. I would like to thank Sonam who blogs at http://sonavitiwa.blogspot.in for introducing me. I would now like to introduce Aparna, who blogs at https://toyingwithbaby2017.wordpress.com and recommend you to read her views on the prompt, ‘What Does Freedom Mean To You’.