Life as it comes..

I recently joined back my dance class after 4 long years along with my best friend since childhood and to describe in  the most simplest word the feeling of going back - HAPPY :) Aunty (thats what we called our dance teacher since she had literally seen us grow in front of her eyes) too was happy with our decision to join back and extended us a warm welcome :):) But that did not deter her from being the tough task master that she is and she made us do all the asanas and adavus as they had to be done  and however strange it may be we were happy to sweat it out !!Our legs ached but we savoured it as we could feel each limb ,each muscle stretching .We realized that we did'nt have the same stamina as we used to till 4 years back but we tried to fit in with the fresh batch of students around ... Obviously we missed our group ..... For what i can remember I've been dancing all my life and have been training in it since my 3rd grade . Dance class was right next to my school and

When I was born, my eyes were closed When I was born I wasn’t aware to which gender I belonged When I was born I was peaceful in ignorance When I was born I knew nothing about male dominance As I grew my eyes opened to the harassment happening for few I cared My aspirations hadn’t yet grown taller than an average girl’s would and hence I was spared I wondered why I was treated with less respect than a boy would be of the same age Just because he had shorter hair and a stronger body which I couldn’t manage?? Slowly I realized that ‘woman’ was my slave name I was just a piece of pawn for a man’s game I was draped in the sari of tradition and rituals I was crowned the queen to a room surrounded only by some old tumblers and vessels  The dark gender turned out to be darker in soul All they could offer me was sadness, in a bowl Was this the nation that boasted of worshipping women? Or was it the nation where they were harassed by some who claimed them to be god men! I knew I had to br

Her wrinkled hand kept patting his hand and in another she held a wedding photograph of theirs  and she smiled her dimpled smile ,the same smile which had made him fall for her and on one secret night out in their college days he had held her close to him and whispered to her  " to see you smile i live ,seeing the same smile i wish to die"... Recalling those words she turned her gaze to see him lying on the hospital bed ,his eyes still closed ,his fragile body cruelly injected at several places ,many more digital square bodies with waveforms she couldn't make sense of claimed to give reports on whether he was dead or alive or how fast his heart was beating ,whereas she knew it in her mind that only she could understand his hearts' beats,only she could decipher it .... It was the first day of her college and visibly she was one of the 'prettiest thing' around already !! Her silky dark brown hairs flowing in curls ,those large expressive eyes ,her dimples  al