Metamorphosis!

'Cocoon breaks, and a beautiful butterfly is, thus born.'
It loves its new look, new beauty. Is excited about the changes.
And is enthralled of what is in-store for her.

Metamorphosis. Changes in appearance, along with some maturity in the inner spheres.


Have been through one.

Years of my kiddishness, innocence, and naturalness was waned off in a matter of an hour.
Robbed off, of the dead filaments that once quietly perched on the domains of the eyebrow, around the lips, and on the limbs.
A relief?? Is it?
Hmm...
Well, whilst I was going through it...It was tough. But, ain't it, that its the pressure and temperature that the coal has to endure so that it transforms into the glistening worthy diamond??
Am not trying to put it, that I have become one!! Clear ?? :-P    ;-)
Clear hai ??
Yeah, The facial hair have been discarded, and it's lot clearer than before.
Not that it was far too crowded before. But, it adds to the refreshing neat look, that women usually are expected and desired to have!! ;-)
Now, does that mean, I put forward my credentials for being a woman ?? ;-)
well, whateva you consider!!

The ice-packs required to settle down the oedema and the redness, was definitely a relief.

But, somehow, I feel guest to my own skin.
It instills in me the feeling of being given a 'Maturity Potion'.
Suddenly, the never touched face has been tampered with.
It probably adds woman-ness to me!!

And I, seriously, pretty much don't love it. (the adult-ness part!)

But, sooner than later, I'll fall for it.
I know!! ;-)

PS: Abt the inner soul and strength changes... still going through!!
Would word them later!! ;-)

Eternal

The latest piece of work, that perches high on the walls of Mum-Dad's bedroom, brushes eternity.

~An embodiment of the eternal love between Mum and Dad, as they complete 25 beautiful ages of compassion and complementariness, later this year.


~And more essentially, a memorial of the eternal love between them and us. 


It's Love we paint. 
And, it's Love we add to this room. 


Years later, when we won't be there to hug you personally; 
when we won't be there to kiss you 'Happy Anniversary', 
we'll yet be there...On the walls. Diffusing the love in the air,
Innocently adding colors to your heart,
Making the flowers bloom.
And Loving you forever more.


Just the smallest gift we could ever give, 
and the biggest gift they could have got - 
'An expression of the emotion they've spent their lives for... '
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Row-dies!!

Back from the duties, apron-clad, steth-wriggling-on-the-neck, I drive down the roads, at burning hours of the day. Am almost the lone one, on the tarred pathway.

Almost, till an occasional soul is seen crossing this barren area, all into himself. Eyeing me fiercely. I avoid him, and drive at a fairly good speed, safely allowing him enough space to carry on with his crossing business. 

Fiery red eyes, burning with anger, of paranoid proportions. Head held high, in proud of 'God knows what' ! He stopped. And as I neared him, could see the immensely male-chauvinistic attitude, 'the kind which blinds them to believe that they are Gods!' The psycho-maniac tendency of treating a women as their class-IV subordinates! The high testosterone circulation phase, where Superhumanly qualities hallucinate! The angst, the mania, the psychology surfaced and he threw his hand, to hit me with all his vigor. 

Though the last nano-second reflexes saved me, and he could not even touch me. Gaining balance, as I drove, a few feet away, I screamed and shouted. Hit my fist, hard on my scooter handle.

Some slang words, some sort of temper shown to self. Some bad taste to the tales that I have with the roads, and the roadies. Why is it 'ALL' that I do when such an incident happens? Why!! 

Oh!! How I wish I had the strength to go and hit him back!
How I wish I was not a GIRL!
How I wish the sub-conscious areas could have left me free, and not remind me that I  have a pair of an 'always anxious' Mom-Dad, an 'extremely worried' Granma-pa, and a 'cute-kiddish' elder sister, and a 'super-caring' brother.
Why did you ever tell me Dad, that stay away from such creatures? Ignore them. Don't enter in any kind of disputes with any such rowdy-male-villagers.

Why!!

It was my hospital area. My very own territory. 

Why did I not turn back? 

Coz I'm not designed for it?

Coz this is what girls are not expected to do? 

coz They have to just accept things?

Till when!!

Till when will I have to gulp such indecent acts? 

Till when will I have to hear those stupid-derogatory comments, from a group of college-going guys, who think that they are the 'only ones' who have the Right to freedom of speech, and shout their opinion on every girl passing by? (Bastard Assholes!!) 

Till when will I have to catch that glimpse of some s**-hungry eyes, who consider every girl as a sexual commodity? (Sadistic Animals!!) 

Till when will I have to refrain myself from hitting such guys/men, only cause they have nothing to lose, and I have nothing to gain, except the enmities, and add to the mental trauma to my family?

Till when!!