The white curtains with
feather-prints on them flutter like a dove, a symbol of freedom, as this
morning breeze gently traversed through them. The rain has stopped by now.
Another dawn of contentment filled with splendour. The aroma of dampened soil
makes the air- worth breathing. In the northern corner of this wonderful small
house- sleeps a princess. A princess of many worth. As always- she got up when that first beam of
the sun hit that windowpane in her backyard. The backyard- where lies a row of bud
vases with stunning flowers in them. She softly keeps her blanket aside. Her lovely
hair meanders over her shoulder; the perfect tributaries over her mesmerizing
dark-dusky skin as cavernous as the soil of this earth. Those feel of being a
mother earth. She tenderly gathers them together. And stretches her arms up,
along with her arms- stretches her most gorgeous lips and brings in that most
beautiful smile. Her morning is here! She is not a woman of a fair-skinned.
Neither a woman who love physical dimensions of bodily beauty. She is- who she
is. She is a woman who loves herself. And, loves what she does. She looked like
a Goddess again, that confidence in her eyes, as she enters to dress-up after
the shower. She wraps herself in a deep blue sari and brushes her cascading
hair. A tiny blue bindi between her
two brows symbolized her beauty. A perfect lady. She walks tall against what
people say- odds and adversities. She is a woman. A woman with a heart. A heart
that serves other women like her in maternity wards. She is a nurse. Many women run behind the wagons of cosmetics
to look good, to feel dazzling and beautiful. But to her- beauty walks along, like
her shadow! In the race of being
beautiful- we forget that the beauty lies in us and in what we do. She is one
amongst them who is not lost on her way. She is beautiful, she is perfect and
she is real!
