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Dowry.
A dowry is a transfer of parental property, gifts or money at the marriage of a daughter. Dowry contrasts with the related concepts of bride price and dower. While bride price or bride service is a payment by the groom or his family to the bride's parents, dowry is the wealth transferred from the bride's family to the groom or his family, ostensibly for the bride. Similarly, dower is the property settled on the bride herself, by the groom at the time of marriage, and which remains under her ownership and control. Dowry is an ancient custom, and its existence may well predate records of it. Dowries continue to be expected, and demanded as a condition to accept a marriage proposal, in some parts of the world, mainly in parts of Asia, Northern Africa and the Balkans. In some parts of the world, disputes related to dowry sometimes result in acts of violence against women, including killings and acid attacks. The custom of dowry is most common in cultures that are strongly patrilineal and that expect women to reside with or near their husband's family (patrilocality). Dowries have a long history in Europe, South Asia, Africa and other parts of the world.
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My eyes said more than you saw
My lips mumbled more than you reproved
My fingers felt more than you touched
My ears heard more than the burst
Oh, Dear!
What shall you be?
All you think is so low of me.
Alas! I have been trying to explain
But your ignorance is the only play.
You think you heard me well
You think you got me all right
You think I am far too wrecked
You think I am in deep plight
Oh, Dear!
What shall you be?
All you think is nothing of me.
Now, that I get
You are the one who needs sight
I won’t comment till the time I am right.
Sooner, will it make sense
Illusion has its role.
You will be in shame hide,
Paving me a grand ball.
Making sense of all this how,
I understand with time now.
If that’s how stories end,
I am happy being Miss.Understand!
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Hope
This place is no less than a terror for people like me, like you. There have been times when people closest to you don’t get you, understand you, believe in you. The wisdom of faith evaporates within seconds, the bonds been made are at loose ends, the questionable eyes are pointed at you and all you are supposed to, is justify you.
I have never been less misunderstood. At times, when needed someone the most; at times, when someone needed me the most. My words became a question to them and after so many years, I never imagined that this could be the end.
The hope was totally benign and settled. Sooner or later, things will turn for better.
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