“What about you?” he asked.
“About me? There’s nothing about me.” She smiled.
“Tell me”, he demanded, “There is something between the lines of your face and the light in your eyes that tells a story.”
“I was born free”, she started thoughtfully, “And then was molded into a frame of social acceptability, perfection and good manners. Once I had perfected what people said I should, I realized I didn’t know who I was. I was like a bird with chained pinions, beautiful to look at, but not happy and not able to fly. One day I saw a bird, a real one, a wild one, scaling the skies with a purpose, not half as beautiful as me, but majestic, charming, and with a sense of security, in spite of the danger. You could be like this too, it seemed to whisper. And for the first time, I tried to shake off the chains, and they fell off me. All this while I hadn’t been chained at all, the chains were just in my mind. And now I’m learning to fly, a little by little, cautiously stepping towards the cliff, dreaming about the skies and wondering how high I could go.”
“Maybe I could help you fly.” He smiled.
“Maybe you could.” she said, slipping her hand into his.
“The sky is full with the sun and stars and the World with varied Life. And amongst all that, little “I”, have found my place. The sheer wonder of this makes me break out in song!” -Rabindranath Tagore
A little more about her 🙂
She is a dreamer. She tries hard to be a realist. She has to be, since she holds a job and has 3 children, the eldest, male and a few years older to her.
She finds reality oppressive and needs a vent for her dreams, and that’s why she writes.
Apart from that she loves to splash colours on paper randomly and calls it abstract painting! She loves music and anything resembling it.
And when she is upset, she writes poetry and words are her best friends.