Phenomenal Woman


Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman

Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Winds of Change


“When we least expect it, life sets us a challenge to test our courage and willingness to change; at such a moment, there is no point in pretending that nothing has happened or in saying that we are not yet ready. The challenge will not wait. Life does not look back. Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes.” These lines by Paulo Coelho changed the way I looked at change.
Some changes happen in small doses, one moment at a time. Others happen all at once. Changes shake us and shatter us, even scare us. Stepping out of the secure zone might be scary but holding onto something that is good for you now, may be the very reason why you don’t have something better. Incredible change happens in life when you decide to take control of what you do have. Some changes look negative on the face but you will soon you realize that space is being created in your life for things that should be. Luck is not a matter of chance, it is a matter of choice. Making that choice might trigger a change, that change is what is going to set things right. Change doesn’t destroy, it creates.
The winds of change are audacious, they will blow whether you like it or not. The best thing is to do is adjust your sails and get ready for the ride!



Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.
And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.



The most beautiful people are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These people have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.
Beauty can be consoling, disturbing, sacred, profane; it can be exhilarating, appealing, inspiring, chilling. It can affect us in an unlimited variety of ways. Beauty demands to be noticed; it speaks to us directly like the voice of an intimate friend.
There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman being unapologetically herself; comfortable in her perfect imperfection. That is the true essence of beauty.

I want..


I want to see you.

Know your voice.

Recognize you when you
first come around the corner.

Sense your scent when I come
into a room you’ve just left.

Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.

Become familiar with the way
you purse your lips
then let them part,
just the slightest bit,
when I lean in to your space
and kiss you.

I want to know the joy
of how you whisper

Friends Forever

Family isn’t always blood. It’s the people in your life who want you in theirs. The ones who accept you for who you are. The ones who would do anything to see you smile, and who love you no matter what.
The meaning of friendship or what friendship means to you is one the hardest thing to explain or learn. But if you haven’t learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven’t learned anything. The glory of friendship is the inspiration that comes when you discover that someone else believes in you and is willing to trust you. When someone stands by you, without asking a single question. When conversations without words make more sense than the ones with words in them. When you don’t care about the world walking out just because that one person walks in. The only way of having a best friend in life is by being one.
Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for a while, leave footprints on our souls, and we are never, ever the same. Those that go from having a small place in your heart, to owning a part of it. Those that make forever worth it.

Love is..?


Its that time of the year when everyone around me is talking about Love. It must be in the air or something! Some are madly in love, others are looking for the mad kind of love. Longing for the long lost love, or waiting for the new one to blossom, its keeping them busy. Its described as a profoundly tender, passionate feeling for another person. The red colour, the heart shape, roses are all things that show love.
I have found myself utterly confused as far as this goes. I don’t like the colour red much, I would pick black over it any day! I find the shape of the heart funny and in no way romantic. Roses are great, but what I don’t get is, how can something that dies in a day, convey eternal love.

I might sound like a cynic, but I am all for it. I have fallen in it, hurt myself and fallen again.
For me love is simple. Love is the hug, when you need it the most. Love is the tears in your eyes when someone is in pain. Love is his thoughts peeping through your clouded mind. Love is when you laugh at his unfunny jokes and yet your heart smiles. Love is when he taking your name, makes you skip a beat. Love is when he stays awake talking to you, because you cannot sleep. Love is the 4am good night message after chatting the whole night. Love is writing your heart out in letters to her and not sending them. Love is a state of hyper awareness yet complete loss of control. Love is when your differences stop making a difference. Love is getting lost together. Love is a kiss on the forehead. Love is when you fight with each other for each other. Love is a wish that floats on an eye lash. Love is his name on my pillow every night.

Love is magical, its pure and its divine. I have seen it surpass the boundaries of time, distance and even death. Love is the smile on my mother’s face when she takes my Dad’s name even after three decades of being away. Love is how he watches over her from high up in the sky. They make me a believer, and so I admit, I believe in love.  They are the stars of my favourite love story. If I get half of what they have, I will have seen love in all its glory.

Since its in the air, why not ride the tide! Go take a chance, Love is..definitely worth a fight!



Addiction is defined as dependence or commitment to a habit-forming substance to the extent that its cessation causes trauma. In simpler words when you cant do without something, you are addicted to it.
There are various things people get addicted to, but the most common yet the most dangerous drug out there is Love. It takes you high like nothing else can, makes a dreamer out of you. Sometimes a poet or a writer even. The classic give away of someone being under the influence is the silly smile on the face for no apparent reason. Its one of the side effect of the kick!
Like any other psycho active substance Love has its share of adverse effects. Its absence leaves you shattered and with scars that don’t heal. It makes you vulnerable and breaks you sometimes. The effect of it is such that you start loving what it did to you, even when it hurts,  still high on the last fix and craving another one desperately. Getting drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal your brokenness.
So some like it hot, some like cold, some like it shy, others like it bold. I like mine in deep red, almost charred black with desire. The ridiculous, inconvenient, all consuming kinda love. Its like a fire that burns yet keeps me warm. I am addicted!

The Tricolour


The sight of orange white and green together makes my heart swell with pride every time I set eyes on it. Every single time.
The tricolour always has the same effect on me. Weather it is swaying peacefully with the wind high up on the post or fluttering passionately in the stadium when the India wins a match. Even when it quietly perches itself on my chest as part of my uniform.
I grew up in a country where patriotism is a major blood component. It flows freely in our system spiking the plasma with the required awesomeness. The tricolour is the symbol of that awesomeness.
Belonging to a generation which is confused about patriotism as it is about a lot of other emotions I have been subjected to a lot of remarks and questions. One being what does being a patriot really mean? I can now sum up all that I think in one line.
A patriot for me isn’t the guy who buys a tricolour on the Republic day but he is the one who picks it off the road when the celebrations are over.
The orange on our national flag signifies courage and sacrifice of the martyrs who got us the freedom we take for granted. The white is for peace and truth. The green stands for faith. The blue chakra in the centre represents spirituality. But the flag means differently to each person who looks at it.
Patriotism was handed down to me as legacy. For someone one whose first words “Jai Hind” the emotion rides higher than any other.
I am extremely proud of my country, the flag and everything it signifies. I hope I can make the tricolour flutter in pride for me someday.