Pitter patter raindrops !!

She sat by her windowsill and kept gaping outside. It was raining like there's no tomorrow. 'Mother Nature is furious for some inexplicable reason', she thought. She remembered how Heather, her best friend loved this weather and how she would taunt her and say 'I can't believe that a hopeless romantic like you can't appreciate the rain. Can't you perceive the beauty and magic it holds for people in love? ' Heather's idea of romance was getting wet and eating ice-cream in the rain with her loved one. How weird she thought. How could one be happy when the sky is overcast and shedding tears ?? It depressed her and left her in a state of melancholy. Love was the last thing on her mind in a gloomy weather like this. She was still the little girl that sang 'Rain rain go away.........Rain rain go to Spain!' Some things in life never change........

Home is where the Heart is.....

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She was finally Home. The only place she eternally belonged - Hyderabad. She was a true Hyderabadi in every sense of the word. She was born and brought up there and she loved the place like no other. She'd treaded those roads ever since she was a little girl and could trace her footprints all over the city. Hyderabad had nurtured her dreams, given her wings to fly and made her the person she is. Her parents, friends, relatives and most importantly 25 years of cherished memories is what it meant to her. She truly identified with its rustic charm, its royal grandeur, its incredible energy and its blend of conventional and contemporary.

When she left this place to the US almost 3 years ago, there was this 4 line anthem she carried in her heart. It went like this....

"Aasmaan ko choone ki chahat tho thi,
Saath le chalna tha sabko magar,
De diya mujhko ek ajnabi aasmaan,
Pairon se meri zameen cheen kar !! "

But then, there was someone really special waiting just for her in the US. Ryan, the man she loved and adored. The man she was married to and would be spending the rest of her life with. The anticipation of their enchanting future made her voyage a lot easier. And over a period of time she did settle down in the US. She made it her home in more ways than one. She built her love-nest with Ryan with great love and care.

But 3 years hence when she returned to Hyderabad to spend some quality time there, it was like re-connecting with herself and her dreams. She had left a piece of her heart behind and she knew that no matter where she went or what she accomplished, that piece would always stay behind........

PHENOMENAL WOMAN

Let me introduce her to you through this poem. Not my work of art, but I couldn't be more precise in describing her even if i tried. So, here she is in Maya Angelou's words:

PHENOMENAL WOMAN
by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion 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 steps
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
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 of my waist
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
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
Phenomenally
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 for my care.
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.

The Intent

I have been wanting to blog for quite some time now but never actually got myself to do it. Then someone told me 'You don't always write because you want to but because you have something to say'. Did I have something to say ? Of course I did. I wanted to talk about her. The story of her life was waiting to be told. In bits and pieces, in anecdotes from the past, in visions of the future. Her spirit is so beautiful that it has touched many a lives and that deserves to be shared. So, here I am taking you on a ride into the depths of her soul.....Keep your seat belts fastened, people. You are in for the experience of a lifetime - I promise you that.....Stay tuned. SHE has arrived.