However much we think, Or hate the colour pink, Can we be fearless like you? Or be as daring as you? Do you think we’ve purpose, Like delicate flowers, a simple rose? To exhibit when it’s fresh, And throw when reduced to flesh? Will it be a sin to do? Things that most of you do, Blaming, shaming and curbing us, We wonder how many of us you did curse! And why would you do so? Because we let our ambitions grow? Because we step out of veils And look fabulous in our esteem, Or because we love ourselves And try to look out of kitchen shelves? We dream to invent remedies, To sign important treaties, Pen down novels without pen names And excel in various games. Driving cars and repairing lights And guarding streets on dark nights And to speak, to debate, We want to do things and not wait. And we didn’t sink our hearts, Neither focus only on sewing skirts, Nor on only cooking for your bunch of kids, But we tried to help ...
Arkadipta your travelogue was a delight to the soul. The pictures were a feast for the eyes. The lucidity and spontaneity of your narrative style is the strength of your write up. Seriously I felt as though I was taking the tour with you. Thank you so much for this contribution. We are looking forward to more. 😇
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DeleteOne of the best travelogues I have ever read. Thank You Arkadipta for this one.
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