Okay! So, I am out of the Civils-not-my-cup-of-tea syndrome! Yeeah! Not talking the way I did previously! At least for a while.
As usual, I have no idea why I am writing today. I am this lost almost always. So, I really should not become an IAS officer. That really would harm the society...Okay oops oops! No IAS talks today.
I have a new feeling to share. Transition!
I never had even the slightest idea that I would study at a Women's College. Had always been in a Co-Ed school and so, boys were almost always the 'better-half ;)' of my education. And then, Under-graduation happened! As a girl, I have found myself to be one of the luckiest people to have been a part of MY college. Everything here is celebrated and enjoyed. You are loved for being yourself. And it was here only that I realised that despite the existence of many attractive and loved aspirations, being able to drape a Sari well is always a deeply-wished-dream come true!
There are different emotions that are unique to each of the sexes. I do not know if having the first cigarette or getting a new car really excites guys but believe me! an Indian girl will always be the most pleased to wear a Sari!
Again, I cannot say it for all the girls yes, but for me, it is a subtle truth. The magic and strength of those six yards of a fabric of my choice can actually arouse the hysteria in me. I always look out for occasions that are even the least apt to sport a beautiful Sari on.
At times, I wonder if it really is the hysteria that inspires me or something else. And then once, I concluded that the rectangular fabric is not just any attire- for me, its an attire of transition
I feel the lady in me. Yes! When I drape a Sari, I feel the transition in me -- from a girl to a lady.
It makes me feel pretty ;) I realise that it is important to make one's own self feel pretty before one can expect the world to feel so about one.
So, this post stands dedicated to those multiple yards- to the magic...to the transition..
...ahem! I am a lady!
As usual, I have no idea why I am writing today. I am this lost almost always. So, I really should not become an IAS officer. That really would harm the society...Okay oops oops! No IAS talks today.
I have a new feeling to share. Transition!
I never had even the slightest idea that I would study at a Women's College. Had always been in a Co-Ed school and so, boys were almost always the 'better-half ;)' of my education. And then, Under-graduation happened! As a girl, I have found myself to be one of the luckiest people to have been a part of MY college. Everything here is celebrated and enjoyed. You are loved for being yourself. And it was here only that I realised that despite the existence of many attractive and loved aspirations, being able to drape a Sari well is always a deeply-wished-dream come true!
There are different emotions that are unique to each of the sexes. I do not know if having the first cigarette or getting a new car really excites guys but believe me! an Indian girl will always be the most pleased to wear a Sari!
Again, I cannot say it for all the girls yes, but for me, it is a subtle truth. The magic and strength of those six yards of a fabric of my choice can actually arouse the hysteria in me. I always look out for occasions that are even the least apt to sport a beautiful Sari on.
At times, I wonder if it really is the hysteria that inspires me or something else. And then once, I concluded that the rectangular fabric is not just any attire- for me, its an attire of transition
I feel the lady in me. Yes! When I drape a Sari, I feel the transition in me -- from a girl to a lady.
It makes me feel pretty ;) I realise that it is important to make one's own self feel pretty before one can expect the world to feel so about one.
So, this post stands dedicated to those multiple yards- to the magic...to the transition..
...ahem! I am a lady!
