Every once in a while when
something sinister happens, we start talking about, their security, their safety,
their lives and the several clichés that we so randomly use. The only exception
to it ought to be this and a handful of other anniversaries. And now I am not
going to be doing the same here just because it’s a cliché.
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There were many women in my life
and quiet a few are worth mention. And there are of course a few that I will
not talk about ever, not even a passing reference or a unwelcomed memory. But
in the making of the man I am today there are quiet a few skillful hands that
that belonged to the some very lovely ladies all along. I must be very
thankful, rather indebted to these very special souls.
I don’t know what being an women
would come to mean and how it feels to be being the daughter of Eve. I can only
imagine and my imagination ought to be highly restrictive. After all the key is
to a women’s thought is yet to be identified. But it must feel wonderful to be
the one to possess the gift of life a rare and divine responsibility that the
heavens entrusted to them. The continuation of humanity ought to be a very
demanding responsibility.
When we talk about women, its
just natural to talk of fertility, the wonderful gift of giving birth and ‘The
Mother’. For centauries we have worshipped
this divine gift and have always embraced it close at heart. So I am thankful
to my very loving Mother whose sole love and care and the occasional scolding
and scorning made me into the made of value I believe I am today. Then there is
her mother, my grand mother who with her love and unbelievably tasty magic made
sure that I was always full and stuffed to the brim. I must thank these two wonderful
‘one hell of a woman’s but I wont, I just love them and I will leave it at that.
Women have a heart so big, yet so
small. It’s heard to get out once you have found your way in and its hard to
find your way back into it once you have been thrown out. There are many women I
love and I loved in the many (twenty one) years I lived. There are the ones
that require a special mention and the ones that may have a passing reference,
but irrespective of that they all have made significant contributions to the
big and small things I have done and became. I have two aunts who were my world
when I grew up and they are quite amiable too. And one of them I solely
remember from her photograph on my grandfather’s desk and the weekly call she
made to my grandparents house during my stay there. The two women own much of my
construction and rightfully so.
Falling in and out of love is not
a prerogative of men, women do it to often with such deceptive elegance and for
a chauvinistic argument they do blame it on men always. But we both know the
truth. Then again its not the breaking
and breaking of love that matters but living it. And from all the romantic relationships
I have had and all the wonderful souls I have been with and the angel whom I
have decided to share my life with (officially and officially she doesn’t know
yet) I have had a life’s worth of wonderful experiences.
I have been blabbering for too
long now and I don’t intend to take it any further than this. So for all the wonderful
ladies I missed but not forgotten. All the teachers, friends and acquaintances
and all the wonderful time they cared to spend with me I have just this to say.
Sorry! I missed to mention you
And
Thank you! For all the things and
times you cared to share.