You Are a Girl

"This is so unladylike"
"Wear something longer, cover your legs, is this how you sit at home"
"Learn to cook, else your in laws will say parents have taught nothing to the girl"
"Why is that neckline so deep"
"Wear a salwar kameez, we are traveling by 2AC remember"
"Let your brother go, he is a boy. You cant go its 10pm already"
"She is in one of "those" days"

Are these phrases familiar?
I am a woman, I have breasts, I have a vagina. But,  that doesn't make me any less human. Does it?
Yes, I wear a bra. Doesn't mean that I expect you to judge my size.
I go through PMS, mood swings, cramps, cravings, periods every month. That doesn't make me any unpure than I was a few days back.

I get stared upon, I get whistles, I get comments, I get groped from men of varied age group.
Doesn't matter what outfit I'm in. Doesn't matter what time of the day it is. I'm like a public property.
If I wear or act like myself, and "Myself" may differ from the conceptions of different people, then I'm bound to get teased and raped. I asked for it. Just because I don't fit the bill of a "normal girl" its OK for me to be leered at.
I am a girl, I can't party alone. I have to have a male company. And not just any male company, it has to be my brother, father or husband.
I'm a characterless slut if I go out dancing with my guy friends.

A guy proposes me, I reject him. I invite him to throw acid on my and ruin my life.
I propose a guy, I an easy girl.
I stay in a urban city, travel places alone, well, according to the people staying in not-so-urban cities I must be sleeping and making out with everyone and not the "marriage material".

I get promoted. I am sleeping with my boss. I have no talent of my own, I have no achievements in my career. My only achievement is I have a vagina.
My would-be husband may have had a gazellion girlfriends, and might have visited Bangkok many times. But, if I have fallen in love when I was younger. I was a bad girl and not worthy to carry a heir of another family in my womb.

I get married. My parents have tried their best to give me everything. They provided me the best education and values. But, I couldn't give my in-laws money. I have the right to be thrown out or burnt alive.
I have a baby. I have a cute little girl. But, I should have had a son. Its only my fault that I don't have a son. Its not my husband's fault. I and my daughter deserve no home.

I lose my husband. I am coping up with his death. I deserve to be treated as a dead human too. No good dresses, no colors, no good food, no attending any functions. Yes, I have to be treated as a corpse, because I am a woman.

Why is this world like this?
Why cant a woman celebrate individuality?
Why are we women all about tits and ass only?
Why are we treated as objects?

All these talks about women's liberation, is in the end of the day just talks.
Even good educated families put their restrictions on women, to look good in the society.
From her attire to her lifestyle, nothing is her choice. Its just the society's norm.
If she tries to take  a different route, either she is tagged with some vulgar name, raped, or killed.

I hope, my daughter or my grand daughter or my great grand daughter would live in a world where she lives like herself.

Dark and Beautiful

It was late evening when I reached Coimbatore airport. Small airport with a lot of crowd.
Right then, 3 British women entered (I know they are British because we ended up lounging beside each other) and everyone around started to stare at them as if some alien has come out tumbling out of its space ship.

Men staring at them
Women feeling insecure already

I mean, what is this obsession about fair skin in this country?

An average Indian woman, is dusky. Its a fact and this fact is so celebrated outside India.

People in the Westerns and other "fairer" parts of the world, get treatments done, get themselves baked in the sun to get a skin tone (tan) like us.
We here are blessed with that beautiful bronze and we hate it.

There are so many women with lovely features who are dusky and get rejected in the marriage market for being "dark".
These girls are not just rejected by some uneducated dude, they are actually rejected by properly educated, working guys.

People from the south of India are ridiculed by the North people for being "black.

Why do you think the fairness creams get their businesses running for all these years?
Simple, its because a dusky girl is being told from the time she is a little about her dark skin. Mother's, Aunts, other relatives compare them with the so-called "fairer" cousins.
They keep telling her, that she won't find a job or a man to marry.

Fairness cream ad's show the exact same thing. A dusky girl, is sad has no friends, no boyfriend, no job, she uses the fairness cream and instantly becomes pink and she has friends, she has men swooning over her, a very lucrative job just on her looks and not credentials.
She has a whole freaking personality transformation just because of her skin color.

Even friends, sometimes unknowingly tease the dusky person on the color grounds.

Trust me!!
People who know me, would know that in my school days and college, I was match-stick thin and dusky.
People used to say
"you are so dark that if you walk out in the night people can see only your teeth"
"Don't touch me or else your color will pass on to mine"

I have seen so many matrimony profiles that say "Wanted bride, FAIR, well educated etc etc."
Why cant a dusky, well educated, nice, homey girl do?

Why cant our society just accept the people the way they are.
 Its the genes, the sun, the states near the equator that reflects in the skin.

So many girls whom I personally know have a low self-esteem in spite of being educated, earning well, the only reason is they are "black". If you ask me, I would say the darker, prettier, exotic skin tone.

The toxic belief that "fair is beautiful" has to be eradicated. Measuring a person's worth by their skin color is so wrong. So, very wrong.

There is more to people that their skin color.
Hope Indians really come to accept this fact some day.

Moms aren't Moms they are Super Mom's

4 weeks back, my mom had a fall at home, after which she had a small surgery and had her left hand plastered for 4 weeks.

Now, me being "the girl" of the family, obviously, I am her successor in doing the household chores.

Incidentally, around the same time, the maid of my house ran off for her summer vacation leaving me alone.

Trust me, in so many years, I only cook on weekends or when no one is at home and I cook all exotic dishes.

Now, suddenly
Cleaning the house
Washing clothes
Washing the dishes
Cooking
Going to work
Taking care of mom (since she couldn't do a thing by herself)

Exhausted, is a very small word to describe the feeling. I felt like breaking down and crying so many times.

My nice, supportive family quietly ate any crap I made.
God, What to make? What not to make everyday is another big pain on the wrong side.

Go buy veggies
Clean and Cut them
Search Google and find an easy recipe
Cook
Mess up the taste
Feel bad, then give up

Super Mom to the Rescue

I have no idea how our mom's did it. And the kind of nasty kid that I was, I would have strangled myself. How the hell did she manage to do all this,

cook
clean
get the little maniac me ready
endure all my dad's tantrums
drop me in the baby-sitting,
go to work,
quietly endure a monster mother-in-law,
attend all the family obligations
keep family happy and
still smile

If i were her I would have gone insane or wailed or just given up and walked off

Our Moms aren't Mom's they are Super-Mom's

21 Gun Salutes to All the Mothers in this world
Respects

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Bruised, battered and still going strong

In 6 months of her married life, there hasn't been more than 6 days that Neeti has spent happy and contented. Every moment she lived in dread and fright. Fright of her husband Ritesh.

It was an late arranged marriage, 4 months of courtship after the engagement, Ritesh was like a dream come true for Neeti. Good looking, well settled, good family, caring, loving NRI from Canada. He used to take care of Neeti's small small wishes, give her surprises. He sweeped her off her feet, the moment he and his family had come to see her. Neeti just knew that Ritesh is the one for her.

But, not even in her scariest dreams had she thought. what Ritesh might turn into after their wedded life. The first night in her martial home Ritesh came in the bedroom, reeking alcohol. Neeti thought maybe it was his friend who had made him drink.
Her Ritu, was just innocent. But, her assumptions were so wrong. Neeti got a shock of her life when Ritesh flung is arms and placed an unexpected slap on Neeti's specially made up face. The shock was so intense that even tears just stung into her eyes. Neeti was suddenly hearing so many loud abuses flung towards her. She had no idea, what she had done to get all this.
After a while, drunk Ritesh fell asleep on their decorated martial bed. Slowly, realization dawned into Neeti and she spent her first martial night weeping into her beautiful saree.
Next morn was another mixed emotions for Neeti, when a paled faced, sober Ritesh came to her an apologized for his irate behavior last night. Neeti was happy, that Ritesh did realize and hoped that this wouldn't ever happen again. She loved him so much that his, guilt-ridden baby face made her heart melt.
Their honeymoon was lovely and peaceful, amidst the serene nature of Manali. After their honeymoon, Neeti and Ritesh flew back to Canada.

Neeti's ordeal started immediately after she returned from hre honeymoon..Every night Ritesh would come home in an inebriated state,... beat Neeti black and blue, forcibly bed her and sleep off. Next morning he would apologize.
Neeti couldn't face her poor parents because they always wanted to see her happy, her in laws were far away. She was left there, to face her ordeal alone. 30 year old, Bubble, Lively Neeti was now reserved, shy, scared Neeti. She never went out, since the scars were very evident of her body.  She never spoke to her neighbors, dreading their questioning stares.

The neighbors, would many a times hear loud banging, and a sobbing woman. Many times, she would want to run out of the door, but the strange country and her life long teachings of a good wife made her stay back.

Neeti's tears had ceased to flow too, her body now became accustomed to the abuse, every night she would expect Ritesh to whip her nerves off her body and the day he falls flat on the bed without beating her, she says a million thanks to the Almighty.,

After 3 months of constant harassment,Neeti felt very sick and nauseous, a shiver went through her body when she realized that she was pregnant. The moment when she should have been ecstatic, Neeti was dreading the prospect of nurturing a baby with a man like Ritesh. But, she knew she cant or wont kill her child.
She knew, she would guard her baby against the tyranny of Ritesh. The love of her unborn baby was so much that Neeti gained an unknown courage, to walk out of her house, with just the little money that she saved in search of happiness..in search of life....in search of a a future for her unborn baby

Today, there are a millions of Neeti's in the world who have walked out of the traditional typical wife character to make a happy life for themselves

Ladies, Never take an abuse quietly, you are no one's slave. You arent born to impress anyone. Put your happiness first. Speak out. There are ears out there to listen to you..there are hearts out there to love you..there are arms out there to take care of you. You are not alone

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Sensuality is You

The moment she walked into the room there was a blast of  femininity in all its magnificence and is absolutely mesmerizing to those around her. She possesses a certain sparkling quality that radiates from the inside out.

She was known as wild and free. Never afraid to speak her mind out. A mystery for some and envy for many.

She lived for the moment, never brooding over the past or worrying about the future.

She wasn't termed as "sexy" but there was something very magnetically attractive about her. 

Bubbly, talkative, still secretive and mysterious.

She had an innate gift of flirtatiousness  playfulness and compassionate softness to her.

She makes everyone around her feel very special. 

She has that effect on men and women alike. Demure, quiet yet energetic and mischevious. 

She was radiant, magnificent, valuable, splendid jewel. 

Her sensual aura attracted men of all the ages to her.

She is the marvelous, elegant 84-year old Grand-mom who majestically is seated in my couch with a shiny diamond nose-ring on her.

Sensuality isnt about age, It isnt about s-e-x, Sensuality is not a naughty word. Its about feeling good inside, doing what you want. Its about connecting, helping, feeling of making others feel special

Sensuality is an attitude, its a personality. 

Sensuality is You

I am a Woman..Not an Object

This is my first post on DOV's and trust me my excitement is boundless...Its somehow like a small dream coming true..

But, even being my first topic..it might be a little gruesome to start with..

The newest gruesomest barbaric act by a 22 year old asshole in our capital Delhi.

5 year old being raped and 200ml oil bottle and candles inserted in that kid.. (Ouch!! Cant Imagine..), locked up in a room for 3 days hungry and undetected, and also that ass tried to strangulate that little baby.

The police tried to give 2000 bucks to the family to "settle" the case. The kid's relatives were lathi-charged on the streets by police.

Ok, now what do our politicians, the khaps, the so-called baba's have to say..

Ohh..maybe that 5 year old was super sexy and seductive .maybe she was wearing revealing clothes, or maybe she gave her consent to sex right?

She didn't call him "brother" or didn't say a "saraswati mantra"

Or maybe it was just absolutely ok.. because she was a female..

A 5 year old is cute, naughty, sweet not hot, sexy and a babe..its a baby..

Even if a case goes on, the verdict will come after 10 years giving the 22 year old son-of-a-bitch a 5 year "rigorous" imprisionment and Rs. 15,000 fine..

So..that is the value of a the life of a small baby and the pain and trauma endured by her.

The woman Chief Minister is quiet...The woman who literally has the Govt in her closed corrupt fist has nothing to say..

Our Govt is busy passing stupid laws to "Ban Pornography" "Close bars" "Ban smooch scenes in movies" but is taking its sweet time to pass the life changing "rape law" and "lokpal bills"

We don't want another Nirbhaya..We don't want candles lit...We don't want to be named "dented and tainted"..We don,t want to be told what to wear and what not to...We don,t want to walk in fear in dark alleys at any time of the day...We don't want to be forever anxious to let our little kids play alone...

We want freedom..We want to live a secure life..We want JUSTICE

W-O-M-E-N

Value the diamond that has emerged from the coal mine just for you, as if not valued, the diamond shall burn like coal, giving away harmful carbon dioxide, unlike the shine and value that a diamond may add to your life!

How true can this be for the women in your life? Value women and you value your own self. Does letting the other person above you means that you are letting yourself down? Think about your mother. Think about those numerous times when she might had put her ill health behind and prepared food for you, for the family. Irrespective of all the pains she would have finished all the house chores. Think about the events when she would have taken all the blame game on her to save you and family.

Women embraces and praises all. Absorbing all the sorrows and turning them into happiness is the quality she is blessed with. All she desires for is Love and Respect. Love for the soul and Respect for the mind. She is an epitome of kindness. Think about your sister, your friend or any other female in your life. How many times you were forced to think by their act of kindness that it would have been impossible for you to react in the similar manner as she just did, on some burning issue! Patience is another virtue that a woman is worshipped for!

Women supports one in all the ways she possibly can! Women are worshipped as goddess, mother. Then why today we have so much injustice happening to them? Why we can’t have a society where we have equality for both genders. Why this discrimination then?

Men think we women don't do what we feel like doing. But that's not the case. We have our own limits defined and we are well satiated with whatever we are provided.

We women are not weak or afraid of showing our strength. Of-course we are physically not so strong as men are but where ever we are pushed to show our strength we show it.

Women is to giving or let's say Giving is to Women. Give, not under some compulsion or fear, but we love to Give. Hence we call it Loving and not Giving.

It's the nature of Women to be so. We don't complain, we are simply made to Give. We love to give Love and surely do we love when given back something in Love. That's why it is said, only a little of His love is required to woo a her while all of Her is required to woo Him.

We are made by God to shower love, bound purity of soul and spread happiness. We have it in our nature to absorb all the pain and are blessed with the magical power to convert it into blissful happy notes of life.

Proud to be a Woman!

 

 

Koi Baat Nahin…Lakshmi Aayi hai!!!!

Koi Baat Nahin…Lakshmi Aayi hai!!!!(Translation: Nothing to worry…Goddess Lakshmi (Goddess of wealth) has arrived)

This is one common line which I heard from couple of people when my daughter was born. However, not to mention that their tone never had that excitement if in real Goddess of wealth had arrived with a big gunny bags of gold & diamonds!!

The consolation in most of the people’s tone was quite audible. Sorry to say but like reading between the lines sometimes you can hear beyond the lines. Few smart ones quickly said “It doesn’t matter it is a boy or a girl, just a hale & hearty baby”. and these are the smart ones to alter their original comments because of my ‘firebrand’(!!) nature but forget to wipe the consolation in their tone.

One of my elderly relative said 'Ohhhh (I am stressing on this big Ohhh)….daughters bring good luck to family'. Excuse me…if I had given birth to a son then why would have his ‘luck quotient’ had been lesser???

When I was in my 2^nd trimester, there were two or three more female colleagues who were expecting. So we used to have our group discussion forum on maternity issues anytime, anywhere…. Few other female colleagues (generally moms) would also join us. One day, a mom of a 2 year old brought a fun test (a questionnaire kind of list which asks whether you like to eat sweet or salty food, which side of your tummy the baby has more movements…) to decide the gender of the unborn baby. All of us took the test for fun. After an hour I found one of the preggo ladies crying in the washroom. When I asked she told me that how mean of that other lady who deliberately twisted the test and told her it’s a girl!!! I got so irked that I sarcastically said that she can very well exchange her result with mine( I got the result that it’s a boy) and barged out of the restroom. Imagine an educated lady, working in a MNC crying because someone told her she would a mother to a girl….horrible!!!!

She had told me later that how her SIL (a MBA, mother of a male child) says that at least the first child should be a boy so that her importance in her household is maintained. I felt even she was also quite convinced with this logic!!!

Another really weird viewpoint I heard when one of my close relative told me that if my genes overshadows my hubby’s genes then it would be a girl  ( we are two sisters only, no brothers  and my hubby has a young brother, no sisters)and vice versa. What a twisted genetic theorem…..I really felt like taking out my notepad & pen and explaining her complete XX & XY chromosome theory!!!!

Some futuristic people advised me to start saving money for my girl. When I asked snapped them if it had been a boy then a saving was not needed, they few got the drift and changed the topic to “money is nowadays such a necessity for better upbringing of a child”.

I really fail to understand why there is crazy attitude to have a son. Might be I won’t ever experience it as my parents never injected this fact that I have done some crime being a girl. We are two sisters and my parents never yearned for a son. When I was pregnant I read the news of a newborn girl killed by her mother in some village, I literally begged to Almighty that “please if a baby boy is in my womb exchange it to someone’s girl who are crazy for a son” (You see…pregnancy hormones were elevated at their best that time…J!!!!)

Jokes apart, I really feel sorry for these people. Some traits are injected so deeply that even high education cannot wash it. Another very common term I had heard that “Ye meri beti nahi beta hai (She is not a daughter but a son to me). This again turns me off. Why can’t we accept our girls as simple human daughters without labeling them as Goddess, good/bad luck charm or a son? Why any daughter has to prove their mettle by camouflaging as a son?

But I had saved the best for the last: My girl is fairer as compared to me and my hubby. So one of the elderly relative told me that “Good she is fair….you won’t face any difficulty while searching a match for her” Damn…Give me a break!!!

NBose

If The Street Dog Barks And Escapes, Do Not Mind.

“Don’t go deep into the waves. Be at the shore only. Okay!” Her mother told her as she nodded uninterestingly. She was on a trip with her younger sister and parents and with two more families. There was a lot of hustle-bustle and jovialness on the beach as it was New Year time. She was wearing black shorts and a simple yellow coloured tee. Her family along with the other two families were at a distance from her. Of Course, she missed her friends on the trip but being a free-spirited and a beach lover at heart, she did not skip a chance to take pleasure in the same.

The sea breeze made her lose hair dance angelically. She wanted to go into the waters and she did but remained close to the periphery. She loved when waves swayed her backwards and forth. She smiled and took a step further. Around her were a few sluggish looking boys who had all eyes on her. She noticed once but did not gaze.

And just as she took another step towards the deep waters a huge wave rose and stroked her down so bad that it took her some time to regain consciousness and come to the surface. What happened in those few minutes cleaved her soul real bad. With water in her nose and mouth, she could barely breathe. She splashed her hands and legs frantically just to realise somebody’s hand inside her tee and pressing her breasts. She tried to relieve herself from the gruesome feel on her body as the hands slowly went towards her neck and pulled her and kissed her. She was in a helpless state.

She could not shout in the waters. She could not use her strength in the waters. The pressure of the wave was so intense that she could not come up to the surface instantly. The water was salty and she could not open her eyes to see the devil who committed the hideous act on her. All she could do was regain her physical and mental stability and come out of the waters as quickly as possible.

After she rose up, it was hard for her to conceive what has happened minutes ago. A loud scream echoed inside her head. She looked around and tried to identify the evil spirited. Her eyes stopped at the same group of boys and this time they were laughing and giggling among themselves with their eyes fixed on her. She ran to her family but did not tell anything to anyone. Simple reason: She felt it would be a shame for her parents to know that her daughter was molested by some douche bag whom she could not even recognize. She maintained composure and indulged herself in other activities so that her face doesn’t show the image of the burnt embers of her soul and make others worry.

The shocking experience left her body and spirit flush with anger, helplessness and fear. It etched a scar in her memory which she could not delete but could bury. And that’s what she did. She buried the incident deep in her mind.

She was molested but it was not her choice. She did not let that incident be an impediment on her way and yes, it was her choice.

*******

The presence of diseases like eve teasing, molestation, sexual abuses etc is inevitable. They are there in the society and they will always be. We cannot eradicate them. We can only fight back or take precautions. I know there are times when we cannot do any goddamn thing and are left with the only option i.e., to bear silently.

I remember once when I was in 11^th or 12^th grade. My school got over and I with two of my girl friends, was walking towards my home (my school shared the adjoining wall with my home). We were chatting and laughing all the way and I was on the side of the road while my friends were on the inner side. When we were almost half way to our places, two thug looking creatures came on a bike and the one sitting behind slapped on my shoulder and went away giving me a silly smirk. Thank god it was the cold season and I was wearing a coat and thank god that man (It’s a sheer disgrace to call him a man!) I mean that bastard missed the spot (and you know where he intended to hit). But I was an immature and was really taken aback by the incident so much so that I did not attend the school next day.

Anyway, the crux is, like my mother once told me that almost every girl faces such things at least once in her life. What matters is how we deal with situations. Do we sit back like cowards and curse our fate or do we learn to fight back whenever possible and not let such creatures mess up with our sanity. If you can do something about the said diseases then do it. If you cannot (like in my situation or the above girl's situation) then do not let it spoil your present and future. Also, good and evil are all our creations. Both are here in this world and this is the reason we cannot escape the evil.

So girls, do not let anyone hamper your dignity. Do not let the Shakti within you be subordinate to any shameless creature (Oh! How I love calling them creatures). Street dogs are meant to be in the streets and not in our lives. It is your life and your rules work. Be Aware and Be Strong!

P.S: The story written above is not a piece of fiction.

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Okay darlings, I have got a brand new song for you all. I loved it the first time I heard it which means yesterday. It's from the latest album of Coldplay (one my favorite bands). Hope you all like it.

And just look at the video. Isn't it out-of-this-world? =)

What a work of art is WOMAN.

We go to the parlour and sit through threading, waxing, etc every month.

We willingly get piercings done in all sorts of places.

We wear bras with hard underwire that dig into the skin and leave ugly red marks, just so that our breasts look firmer and perkier.

We actually wait to get our periods so that we can finally, officially, be called a grown-up, even if we writhe in pain for ‘those’ 3-4 days of the month because of cramps.

We look forward to getting married, getting pregnant and going into labour.

We wear heels to add to our style.

We sometimes wear clothes so tight that it becomes difficult to breath.

We blow-dry our hair, where the lady at the beauty parlour pulls at our hair so hard that only half of it is remaining at the end of it.

We fall in love, more often than not with the wrong guy, pushing away the sweet, genuine guy, in spite of knowing all along that we're gonne end up getting hurt.

Do you even need more proof that women actually like pain?

P.S 1:- Hey there! I'm new here. :)

P.S 2:- Am I the oldest member of the group? The cynicism shows, doesn't it? Dammit...

A Beautiful Mystery

A Very Brilliantly Brightened Good Afternoon to all the Readers here!

Too Dramatic? Indeed. That adds spice to life, doesn't it? :D And when I have mentioned Spice here, how can I forget it's association with women (No, not that association of cooking in the kitchen or gossiping!). I mean, how women can spice up life with their mysterious ways or make it a living hell with their complexities.

Too Good to Resist. ;)

Despite the tough lessons, brushes with obscure situations and pain (literally and figuratively), we are easily one of the most desired possessions, ain't we? :D I realize I sound like those Bindi and Cotton Saree clad feminists. But I assure you that I am not that. (Men, you can breathe :P) We all love Men, somewhere deep down in our hearts, whether they be the love of our lives, husbands, fathers, sons or even the Gods before whom we bow. I always wonder that it is for them sometimes, that we douse that extra kohl and keep our hair flowing to add that extra oomph and an air of mystery. 

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(No ladies, do not hate me for this, I am just saying. I love you all :D :* ) Yes, we are incomplete without each other and yes, men cannot deny that it is the mystery of understanding a woman, that has kept them alive - since forever.

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Talking about mystery...I have always associated life with a mysterious woman, the one who can create magic, who can back stab you like a bitch, who can make it look so glorious that you will be left breathless and sometimes so peaceful, that you will want to die with sheer profoundness of it all. Yes, that is life for me. Initially in my teens, I used to hate being a girl - not that I tried to act all tomboyish because I so cannot pull that off (I am apparently too feminine to do that).

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As I stepped into adulthood and learnt to see life in a different light, I realized that being a woman is good. Seriously good. I got into researching Vampires, Wicca and all that, which if men do, they would be termed gay, unfortunately. I am blabbering, as you can see, which we women can do all the time, without losing our focus on  what we really want. ;)

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So, why do I call this post of mine A Beautiful Mystery? Yes, you got that right. I will bring to you various parts of life which are too confusing and complicated to understand - but when looked at in retrospect, it all looks like a beautiful chapter. I have seen some miracles and unexplained things happen around me...and I will bring them to you. And it is enthralling to know that we all being of female gender here, will get along, Contrary to the popular belief that women can't be best friends. We just got Bolder and Closer!

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Blessed Be All!