New Girl On Blog.....: 'I am a Woman"

New Girl On Blog.....: 'I am a Woman": “I am a Woman” “I am a Woman” Yes I am one of those categorized human beings that god created to complete the world.  I was born wit...

'I am a Woman"

“I am a Woman”

“I am a Woman” Yes I am one of those categorized human beings that god created to complete the world.

               I was born with pink as my birth color. I was build to be beautiful and cute. My room is filled with fairytale books and characters drawn on walls of my room. My bed is white. My wardrobe has “Princess” scribbled on it. There is a wind chime on the window to my room. I have a Barbie bag when I go to school. Pink hair clips and a Barbie house at the corner of my room. My favorite dessert is chocolate and strawberry cakes. I love red lights in my room. The best symbols drawn are stars. I learn rhymes and narrate them on the family occasions, enacting all the moves as a dance. My aim is being Cindrella. I am afraid of Darkness. Shout on seeing lizards in my bathroom.

             I am 13 and I am girl, a rock star in making.  My room is filled with stuff toys of all shapes brought out of jungle, though my room isn’t a jungle at all. It’s still pink bed cover and white bed. My wardrobe is filled with pink tops and blue jeans. My room has a study table with the poster of my best actress. I carry a pink purse and have long beautiful hairs. My room has photo frames filled with photos of my childhood and my best friends in school. I own a ladybird cycle. Carry flowers to my room. There is a big mirror in the room, where I spend hours staring at myself and admiring the changes. The Barbie house is replaced by a music system. I dance in locked room. My favorite dessert is still chocolate and strawberry cakes. The best symbols drawn are stars followed by a rock star scribbled after it. My aim is being a rock star or an astronaut. I am still afraid of Darkness. Shout on seeing lizards in my bathroom.

           I am 18. A well shaped body of a girl. My facebook account has 265 photos of me and my friends. My best hangout is CCD outside my school. My shelves are filled with romantic books. My room is a combination of pink and black. My name is cut short to a trendy and hot nickname. My wardrobe has every trendy clothes possible and I still have nothing to wear. I have 22 pairs of wearable shoes but nothing matches my dress when I move out of my house. My hairs are a mess when I’m at home and perfectly set when I’m out with friends. I have a lot of self clicked photos in my cell phone, a heart sticker on my dairy, my phone and also on my laptop. Have a crush on my senior at school. A red heart shaped pillow on my bed. My list of best friends has been cut short to three.  My aim is to become a journalist. My favorite dessert is still chocolate and strawberry cakes. The best symbols drawn are heart shapes with an arrow passed across and facebook smiley’s. I am still afraid of Darkness. Shout on seeing lizards in my bathroom.

          I am 21, about to begin my career as a software engineer.  My shelves are filled with novels from different authors from different genre. My room is mostly a mess, with the pile of files on my study table and my laptop on hibernation always. My accessories are always unorganized. My hairs are a complete mess even if I am out. Songs on my ipod are more serious and has an inner dept. My blogs and status updates are my personal dairy. I shop to get a mood lift not because my wardrobe needs it. I go for movies late. Eat a lot of fast food and loves cold drinks and ice creams. My meditations are the long evening walks. I have a white headphone plugged in where ever I travel. I have just one best friend. I laugh at the jokes by my friends and cry on sad songs. My aim was being a journalist. My favorite dessert is still chocolate and strawberry cakes. The best symbols drawn are heart and broken hearts, facebook smiley’s. I am still afraid of Darkness. Shout on seeing lizards in my bathroom.

         At every phase of a woman’s life she witnesses a thousand emotions around her. She is sensible, impulsive, crying at night, waking with a cheeky chirpy face. She would cross the roads without signals but would always wish a hand that held hers. She would always want a best guy friend who would secretly love her but never expect her to be his. She would always be late, always in hurry, confused and in an “I don’t know why?” phase of her life. She is messed and incredibly beautiful at soul.

Cheers to all the lovely women who go through such turmoil of emotions or even more…