That little girl


That little girl, Oh such a spirit was she. Where did  she go? She learnt the ways of world and fled.Fled deep into the chasms of her own soul and hid.

That little girl, Oh she knew not what lay ahead of her and the very thought haunted her

That little girl, she stands stunned at the sudden and yet gradual change that stepping into adulthood is bringing in her life

That little girl, she never realised how much she would have to surrender, to compromise, to accept because she is a woman and not a man

In her society it made her powerless and vulnerable

That little girl, suddenly has a whirlwind of changes  to deal with and the acceptance that she means nothing in the grand scheme that is her own life

That little girl, has to understand her father’s respect in society and her mother’s resignation to fate and their ideas of what is best for her as key navigators of her destiny

That little girl, who everyone thinks has it all is really not very sure what or who exactly in all this, is even ‘hers’.

That little girl has to sift through all this and cling on to the little ray of love that seems to be in the offering and hope with all her heart that it will hold true and steadfast

That little girl, she lays her head to rest at night and listens to her own wildly beating heart and whispers to it ‘This too shall pass .Better things await sweet one, believe.’

Only sleep brings a temporary solace and she couldn’t be more thankful.

In hopeful anonymity

That little girl pens.



Through my blurry eyes

maxresdefaultI get asked a lot as to why don’t I shift to using contact lenses. Why don’t I get surgery done to remove them? To clarify, I use power glasses. I have average power in that objects appear blurred to me if I take them off. I have had them since I was ten.Well the answer became crystal clear to me ironically as I saw something through my blurry eyes (now the ideal term here would be blurry vision but blurry eyes sound so much more poetic!)

Now what was this something? It is something only someone with glasses would relate to. I sat by the sea side watching the sun reflect off of the water as any normal person would.

And then I took off my glasses.

I saw a riot of colours! I saw gems ricocheting off of each other like falling stars, I saw sparkly lights like one would see during fireworks one lights during festivities, I saw patterns formed in gold and amber that dazzled my mind and sight and left me in awe, I saw what most people would not see, ironically because I don’t see as perfectly as others see.

I smiled. I wouldn’t trade the beauty of that moment for anything in the world.

I do the same on many occasions  for different reasons like when I go for my walks in the evenings I do it to just switch off from the world- it can get overwhelming at times.I listen to my breathing and I actually feel the breeze on my face. When I get up on stage for performances as a dancer  also I do take them off but  not just for aesthetic reasons- it’s a form of complete freedom  in the presence of an entire crowd. I believe I do best when my vulnerability as a performer is insulated by that non-awareness of all those eyes looking at me.

Sometimes perfection is so overrated don’t you think?

Feeling mischievous,


Day 3 of the 3 day quote challenge

Well up until now I thought the quote challenge meant you had to write an original quote! What an amateur! Lols! In my defense, it’s my first quote challenge . But it’s all been cleared now and I just had to share one of my favourite quotes of all time!

Brilliant is’t it?!! Simply Brilliant!

So I hereby conclude my first ever 3 day quote challenge!

Once again a big thank you to Akhila for nominating me!