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I am a woman

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To my 3 year old self, No matter how much you pray, you will never get that bat. A kitchen set for your birthday is destined, accept that! To my 6 year old self, No matter how much you beg, you will never see, the view from top of the mango tree. A picnic with your pink ponies on your red mat, That's adventure for you, accept that! To my 9 year old self, No matter how much you score, you will always be the second best. The front seat is your brother's throne, you ride in the back seat. That's the rule for you accept that. To my 12 year old self, No matter how much you wash, you'll again bleed red. Your days defining your purity That's what the God says, apparently. Accept that! To my 15 year old self, No matter how honest your deeds are, you'll never see the street lights at night. You listening to your brother's night out stories That is what your mother enjoyed, so you also, accept that. To my 18 year old self, No matter how b...

That starry night

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Far enough from the busy world, We escaped that night, that starry night! Driving up the hillside, basking in the moonlight, reached a point, to camp, that heavenly night. Cold breeze, a surreal peace, only the sound of rustling trees. Hot dogs and marshmallows over the sticks, held over the blazing fire that's the trick. Singing together, feeling the chords, timeless melodies and nothing odd. Too many emotions, forming deep endearing relation, Counting the stars and  watching GODs most beautiful creation. That starry night! - Owais Pic: Pinterest

Life's Pathways

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It was raining heavily that day. Due to heavy rains, electricity was gone. Suddenly I heard, someone was shouting at the main gate of my house. I took the umbrella and went out. There was a postman who was wearing a black raincoat.  He handed me an envelope by yelling at me. My name was written on that. Like everyone I was excited to know what is there for me. I came in and I tore that envelope. There was another envelope inside on which in bold italic letters it was written 'CONFIDENTIAL TEST REPORT '. That was my medical report. Earlier this week I had some medical tests whose report was now there in my hands. As I read the report, I was disappointed. I kept it on the table. Many questions was flooding in my mind like I'm doing all things, still the reports are same!! Why??  Answers to those questions were only with the one person, 'The doctor'. So I quickly dressed up. I took an umbrella and those reports. I locked the house and went outside. Not a single per...