I felt the
warmth of my mother’s womb.
I cherished
myself, inside her dark soft water sack
Suddenly, I
heard a gush of Tsunami,
A wave of
some soft liquid burning me away
I
cried. I cried in pain. I moved up
Close to my
mother’s racing heart
Next day
morning, I heard someone yell at her
Asking if I
am there or forever gone!
She said she
could feel me still
Alas! I survived.
The first ever time in life!
Inside my
mother’s warmest womb
I am
born. With people whispering that I am
a girl
My mother
sounded frightened and cried
People who
own me, disowned me right away
I didn’t
know what all this meant on the day one of life
When the
fuming fires around subdued,
My mother
came to my rescue and fed me
I felt the
closeness of her chest, her outer skin
I sucked her
in hunger wanting to survive
She hugged
me close and kissed me on forehead
I decided, I
am going to live no matter what
For me, for
her and for my little life that just began!
I started to
walk. My father started to love me
For the
small smiles I often kept giving him
I went
behind where ever he went around in the house
I helped him
get his shoes as he wanted to go out
Brought him
a glass of water, with my tiny hands
As he came
back home tired and smells of sweat
As once I
started to run, and wanted to play with him
He pushed me
aside. I fell down. But I didn’t cry
I didn’t
want to give up. I want his love. Unconditional
He had no
choice but to love me back
I know he
started enjoying my presence in his life
Yes, I
survived. Yet again, as my dad’s dearest
daughter
I went to
school. It was the first day in the
class
There were
girls and boys all frightened of a young woman
Probably of
my mom’s age, having a big spectacles
And bigger
book and a longer scale in her hand.
She gave me
a stern look. As if why girls should
study!
I wanted to
ask her back. Why did she then come in
there!
But later
on, I realized all teachers looked just like her
But they are
sweet, neat and a great knowledge treat
As I
completed my high school, debate restarted
On why I
should go to college and on my own choices
I put my
foot down. Strongly holding on my forte
To study
more and succeed. Stand on my own in
life
Self-reliance
is the biggest strength to any woman
Why not
me? I want to prove those who subdued
me as woman!
I went to
college. I choose a course of my choice
A different
one from than the traditional one’s meant for girls
Boys in my
class looked at me like a species of different kind
Physics and
astronomy seemed my field of interest
People
looked at me as if I am doing something odd
I want to
even out all the odds that come on my way
Was ready to
fix flat tires and equally build rockets
I dream
big, bigger than a bride could dream in her life
I thought
wild, making my creative sciences run riot
I trespassed
easily into the boy’s domains making them feel
Small amidst
my loud achievements that made all noise
To make my
mom and dad, stay at peace in the long run
I decided to
marry. Nothing conventional about it
I choose my
groom. Of my choice. Of my dreams
My in-laws
expected me to be a typical shy Indian bridge
I gave them
a run of the mill with my different thoughts
I was too
much for them to handle in peace.
They tired
their level best to put me down. In all means
Chased me
out of the house. Threw me on the roads
I got up and
smiled. I dusted off the dirt on my
dress
Smiled
again. I am on my own and my man came
along
Yes. I have won again. Against the regular turmoil odds!
I aged
gracefully. But disease and depression
took over
Silently but
wittingly I decided to fight this too
The woman in
me, is wide awaken. Much stronger
How will the
spirit that led the mantra manage disdain?
I cherished
my health and started doing what best I can
Gave up on
the good food I loved. Pushed those
extra miles
To burn up the
piled up unwelcoming body weight.
I have 2
choices to make. Fight it and win over
it
Or just
ignore the reservoirs of diseases and die
How will
I? I woke up on time. Gave it a big fight
If I have to
be there to do anything, I need this body
In a good
condition, healthy and happy, free from disease
I smiled as
I looked one day in the mirror.
Wrinkles and
white hair added to my wisdom
The young
dynamic dynamite of the yesteryear's
Is coolly
replaced by fragile, grounding wit and wisdom
I am happy
that my mind is alert. Body is coping
up.
Made long
good foot prints to leave behind a happy note
My epilogue
filled with great things to inspire and sustain
Even longer
and happier, with more merrier once I am gone
For I am
leaving behind no distressful days, but the days of wins
Winning from
the times of cradle to the ultimate grave
Carrying
life with fulfilling memories and care and grace
A woman is
made to survive. No matter what the
situations are!
A real woman
of substance will never fret, frown or cry!
But with
every fall, she will raise again, slowly but steadily
She will
emerge again from the fires of life, confidently every time
Yes, this is
the story of a girl. Who went on a
rampant survival spree!
A girl’s
survival spree!
