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.