My heart ached at every happiness that came my way...

My heart ached at every happiness that came my way...

'My 1st ever offical US trip getting thru...'

I looked back to see if I have anyone to share these...

Held back bubbling tears, chocked but choose happy 'to be'...

Checked the chat window a thousand times to feel what it feels to have the conversations while we are alive...but active none.

My heart ached; not with the mistakes I made....The second bite of meat I ate....

My heart ached when I looked back, to see if I would be soothed by the words- shit happens...it's ok.. forget it and move on..

But heard none...

My heart ached; when I stepped at those royal steps....(The Leela palace)

How a girl from a small town who was so scared of sophistication and considered herself a misfit

But she never had to look back coz a voice was always had her back, assuring - she has all that it takes!

But saw no-one...

A room full of people were cheering for me and I stood there in disbelief.....

In the realisation of 'how far I have come'...or was it the escape I found in dedication at work.

My heart ached, flood gates of tears now open...I gave-up hiding, fighting, escaping ...knowing my heart wasn't home.

My heart ached  at every happiness that came my way...

Imerging women-hood

Without her conscious awareness, she started to lean into letting her long hair loose and flowing. This brought a deep sense of comfort and a peculiar sort of freedom... perhaps rooted in acceptance and being at ease with the present moment, without unnecessary manipulation.

 

(Picture from FreePik)

Her tightly-wound bun had become a part of her identity. She held an underlying belief that it kept her grounded and focused amidst the uncertainty and inexplicable chaos of life. It was also a matter of convenience, requiring little to no maintenance.

Ironically, much of this chaos was self-cultivated; it stemmed from unattended fears that drove her to seek security with a foundation of fragile trust. Yet, alongside these emotional shackles, she yearned to discover her true self...

A strand of hair slipped from the bun, cascading down followed by another, due to their silky texture and she felt increasingly at home and at ease. Surprisingly, she wasn't rushing to fix or tie those hairs back (as she had been conditioned to do for years). Instead, she felt a sense of womanhood emerging from within.