(Photo: Somak Bhattacharya - All copyrights reserved)
I came as a loud bumper in the otherwise straight life of my parents.
I came as a flower to shower their mutual affection
I painted my cheeks - yellow and black with tiny color pens
And mamma, looked from the end of the newspaper – A tiger in the fence.
I have a brother- a right one in the middle of the other
I played with him – Kitchenset, teaset and homeway runs.
None of the games he played, found their way to favorites
We fought over – chocolates and reading books
And anything and everything that came in our way
I am NOW a wife and a woman
Making my path on this trail
Learning to stand despite getting failed
I balance the shades of work and home
I sometimes make the Dal spicier for taste
And sometimes forget to throw the leftover and waste
I keep a check of things in my diary
Driving on highways gets me wary
I like the pen more than these keys
I like the colors more than the white
I do things without reason
And don’t do some with a self-invented mission
I worry about the pimples even when are absent
I love myself – my life and my presence.
I know the darkest secrets about myself. I know what I am but I am not sure what I should be. I am puzzled and I am angered. I like to eat and go out but enjoy the silent dinners as well. I have lived life with reason and affection. I like mathematics but often do errors in calculation. I like the red but pink makes me feel younger. I stare at the girls who are much too curvy and achieve satisfaction when I see someone a pant size bigger. I am conscious about my clothes and what I wear. I smile without a reason and much out of love for life.
I celebrate myself today!! Yes, I am a Jeanie in a bottle and I can open my bottle on my wish.
I am a woman who has made a meaning of my life. I wish and will go a step higher each and each stride….
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