Simply Woman

 Dear Me, 

Why do you fret n fume on yourself for everything ? It’s not fault that you are middle child and right from your birth you were born with insecurities..

You were raised by feminist mother and rebellion was in your blood ... you wanted to find logic in every thing... you didn’t wanted to dress up to please guest or anyone ... you dressed for yourself ... you wore shortest shorts ... you played pichoo, climbed trees ... played cricket , football and no summer afternoons went by without stealing mangoes from neighbors yard... you fought with boys and you were team captain and no wagering tongues or snickering remarks of mohalla aunties deterred you from sneaking out in the middle of night to walk on deserted street... you didn’t wanted to be in kitchen ... you didn’t wanted to do the mantras jaap .. yet you are spiritual... 

Days went to months to years ... You hit puberty and You embraced it like another feather in your hat... you glowed and fragrance of youthful spirits touched you ... you blossomed and so does your dream ... you didn’t wanted to stop your climbing trees .. you didn’t wanted to stop walk in middle of night to gaze the stars ..  to enjoy the night of your own ... did you knew that world is not same for a girl ... “rules apply “ you thought you will cross the road ... you thought you will jump the hurdles ... but alas ... road blocks/ hurdles / speed bumps ... but then you jumped the hurdles injuring yourself ... your heart was scarred and bleeding but you kept your head held high ... you knew you are “born to fly high “.... and you did ... “every cloud has a silver lining “

“Me” gather your courage, spirits and gear your wings you have to fly high and high ...