I once asked my love what he found the most attractive in me and i was expecting the most cliche of the answer..its your eyes....convenient....i mean if he was to ask me that i would have said "darling its your eyes"....but he said ..its your nose........and i guess that is when i realized that love was blind ...indeed 100 % blind...cause if you ever saw my nose ....well lets say there's nothing to describe there...and my love felt that the most imperfect part of me was what he found cool.. i grew up with everyone ...(when i mean everyone it means the section of society which places the physical attributes before anything else and which primarily also includes my mom) giving me tips of achieving a nicole kidman nose , "try massaging your nose this way sraight down the bridge of your nose"...."try surgery...(my mom almost fixed an appointment which a rhinoplastery surgeon" ...."i can only see your nose on your face".. and i had grown to detest the mirror for i thought it was true..... i could only see my nose...cause it was imbedded in my head that i had a large nose...occupying 3/4 of my face and as much as i hated it, i knew in my heart that i am not touching or mending the way god made me ......a few years down the line ..the man of my dreams tell me that he loves my nose...well done God ....you have a purpose in placing everything at its right place.....love the way god made you ....he has a reason in doing so....it could be your chinky eyes, your thin lips , your heavy frame, your thin frame. and if he wants to alter you..then he the NOT THE ONE.

My mom would say that as a kid, I would always outline my drawing. Always. It had to be there, a black outline in all my drawings. Be it a house a tree or a rangoli or my science drawings..all of them would have an outline, but I would make my drawings very colorful. I would put all sorts of colors inside. For example a Rangoli which would technically have 4 colors has nearly 15 different colors. As a Child I would colour the hair red, but yeah the outline would be black.
Today as I look back at those days I realise my life today more or less are like those drawings, I want my life to be very colourful, but I always have this outline, black outline.
I want to do a million things, but there is a line the society draws. There are things I aint supposed to do.
Can’t wear white , Can’t wear black can’t do this can’t do that, can’t go here, can’t go there.
Cant buy this, cant wear this, cant dance this way, cant cook this way, cant eat this way, cant pray this way
I wish our lives could be our lives. :-(