“What about you?” he asked.
“About me? There’s nothing about me.” She smiled.
“There is something between the lines of your face and the light in your eyes that tells a story”, He demanded.
“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 it, I realized I didn’t know who I was.
I was like a pretty bird with chained pinions- not happy and not free. One day I saw a wild bird, scaling the skies in majesty with purpose, with a sense of security, in spite of the danger. You could be like this too, it seemed to whisper. 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, a husband and 2 children.
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.