Seasons

Shall I call it an F-word, it’s a buzz word really. Feminism . Sometimes when me or my friends talk in particular about girls , a girl’s dream , the fire she carries within, ,some friends call us feminists . But I don’t care ‘cause I carry a pinch of feminist in me and that’s worth wearing, I strongly believe. But my feminism may not be the same as they may assume. Woman and Man are two sides of the same coin when God created them; with certain differences in their biological features. With these differences they are peculiar to one another, and were meant to complement each other. During the cave ages, men went for hunting out in forests for food and women remained in caves cooking food and taking care of babies. But what if men took out women with them, for hunting? What if, they taught women to climb trees, hunt for food and to defend themselves from enemies? What if, women insisted on men to learn cooking and taking care of babies?  Then this would not have been the story. Sinc

Dear Cold play,      Thank you a zillion times. For bringing hope in my sleepless nights. For saving me from the high edges. For lifting me up from depths.     No matter how long we know each other,  I miraculously fell for your magic. You are far enough to make any hopeless romantic to feel the heart racing. You are enough to jerk one out of the blues. You are enough to lighten up the whole world.             I began gazing the skies full of stars, with much more wonder. I redeemed my belief in miracles. I felt light in the shadows. I saw the sun beneath the stormy skies.  And felt Everglow   sometimes. I realised I could be someone special and added colours to my dreams. You told me not to be scared to grow strong. You carry a universe and even my day. I may call you a medicine, and that won’t be a hyperbole.  An indebted survivor.