Autobiography of a girl child

crying infant






On a rainy day I was born. I know it was raining because the thunder made me wail from fear. Nurse washed me lovingly and wrapped me up in to something. In the meanwhile, I heard some loud cheers and laughter. I came to know a child was born in the ward next to me and the family was rejoicing. I was excited. I was going to hear similar cheers and screams for my birth as well, or so I thought.

"Congratulations, you have got a baby girl." 

I heard the nurse saying. Then I was transferred to someone's hands, I had no idea who. I looked at the wrinkled face and waited for all those cheers to come, but they never came. I peeked up to the face of the hands holding me now and saw a pair of huge eyes staring down at me strangely. I could not figure out the emotion but I was sure it wasn't love. I went unnoticed for a while. And then I gurgled to remind them of my presence. And I still went ignored. I was confused. I wanted to know why they were not making happy noises like the family next ward, but I could not speak.

I felt some movement and in a moment I was back inside the room from where I was brought. I was placed beside my mother. It was the first time I was looking at her. She was beautiful, but she had rains falling down her eyes. Well after all it was a rainy day, I thought. I heard noises, and they weren't the happy ones. Those were the scary noises and afraid I wailed again. In a short while everyone left and my mother fed me with a tender care and love. I felt safe and after I filled my tummy I slept, secured in her arms.


I woke up with rain falling down on me hard. It hurt a lot. I opened my eyes. It was dark, very dark, and I was moving, held tightly in someone's arms. I was too stunned to wail. I could not see the face in the darkness.

Where am I?
Where is my mother?
Why am I out in such rain?

And then with all my collective strength I wailed. I wanted to go back to my mother. And then suddenly very carefully I was placed somewhere. It was a small place and it smelled bad. The rain stopped falling over me suddenly but it was even darker inside, dark like evil. I could see nothing. I wailed and wailed and wailed and slept. I don't remember how long it was before I felt some light seeping inside wherever I was. I was hungry and I wanted my mother. I wailed again. After a while someone came, and then there was too much light hurting my eyes. I was too tired to wail loudly and hungry. He took me in his arms, cooed to me, opened my cover, wrapped me back again, then I found myself being placed back in the same smelly place. I wailed at intervals, gathering my courage but nothing happened. I don't know how much time had passed. I wailed for what I thought one last time. I was drained with tiredness and hunger. Someone heard me, but I wasn't hopeful. I saw long hairs, I thought it was my mother. I wailed to tell her to get me, that I was hungry and scared. But the face that looked over me did not belong to her. She took me in her arms, cooed to me. I was sure she will put me back again like the man did, but she didn't. She had kind eyes. She looked at me with love and hurriedly carried me to someplace. I was fed and bathed and I slept. I felt secured, not like how I felt in my mother's arms, but similar. Now that I was full and rested I had a better understanding of surrounding. I don't still know what this place is, but I came to know one thing. Whatever happened to me, happened to me because I was born a girl. And now, when I grow up I have a thousand questions to ask and the world will have to answer them all. See you all soon.


Love,
a girl child.

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Between distances



man talking to a woman in red




"I have something to tell you."

"Yeah sweetheart, tell me."

"I don't feel the same for you.:

*Stunned silence.*

"Hahahahahahaha. I got your prank. You mean you love me more now. Right?"

"No."

"Oh cummon stop kidding."

"No really, something has changed , something is different."

"Why this sudden change?" Sadness crept in his tone.

"The distance I guess. Me here, you abroad. "Yeah that is the reason I guess."

"Hmmm, you are breaking my heart you know. a sad smile flickered on his lips."

"There's more."

"More???"  He raised his eyebrows

"Yeah. I can't stand this long distance relationship anymore."

"So whats your plan."

"Marry me."

"Listen, we can work it....Wait...WHAT??"

"Yes marry me. And take me with you where ever you go." She said with a notorious smile.

"Oh yes baby yes." Be picked her in her arms and spun her around before he kissed her breathless.


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to the woman....






History...that's one among many things I have never been really fond of. Personal or world- history always reminded me of pain dreads and deads rather than anything glorious. Why do we need to visit past anyways?
But somehow the last pharaoh of ancient Egypt, Cleopatra, never failed to fascinate me. She challenged many ancient customs and broke many traditions. Her love for Mark Antony is another history altogether. And her use of Julius Caesar to get back her throne. She was a woman of immense beauty and power and knew how to use them. Such was her effect that Caesar erected a golden statue of her in the temple representing her as Isis, an Egyptian goddess worshiped as the ideal mother and wife as well as the patroness of nature and magic.

There are a number of unverifiable stories about Cleopatra, of which one of the best known is that, at one of the lavish dinners she shared with Antony, she playfully bet him that she could spend ten million sestertii on a dinner. He accepted the bet. The next night, she had a conventional, unspectacular meal served; he was ridiculing this, when she ordered the second course — only a cup of strong vinegar. She then removed one of her priceless pearl earrings, dropped it into the vinegar, allowed it to dissolve, and drank the mixture. 
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Not even in the history have I come across any one with such outrage insanity and power. She knew her powers as a woman and not only used it to its fullest but also made the world to recognize the power of a woman. What can you ask a woman who can make a man worship her like a Goddess. Nothing actually. She had the capacity to get any one tongue tied.
 
I know it sounds crazy. Dont blame me, I told you already am not as much fond of history. I still feel bygones are better left to be bygones, that we should still let the dead rest in their graves. Walking down the lanes of history is a tedious job. The more you visit, the more you will want to explore. The more answers you will get, the more questions will arise from its own ashes. Let the history rest in peace.


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