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Bloodied wings.

“No one can build you the bridge on which you, and only you, must cross the river of life. … There is one path in the world that none can walk but you. Where does it lead? Don’t ask, walk!” ~ Nietzsche.

 

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Out my grilled windows of opportunity, I eyed the wings hung out to dry, shining, gleaming with drops of perspiration, bejeweled with courage, preened carefully by a woman’s struggles, cast aside after a woman’s untimely and dismal departure – not that all death is dismal, some is disappointingly delayed – a woman I knew, admired. I’d hoped the wings would be bequeathed to me, be mine much like the life lessons she’d bestowed upon me, mine to wear and strut about. As I strutted in my thoughts, women eyeing me green, the same women were approaching the precious, greed gleaming in their eyes, their walk cautious, stealthy. But as soon as they touched the wings, it’s magnificence turned into hues of red, blood dripping onto the ground beneath and screams of anguish, pain and disappointment ranting through the air, of the women who’d dared to adorn the fruits of a path they had never walked upon.

If the battle isn’t yours, don’t crave the glory,” she’d said.

Graciously Yours!

Psst! I passed.

Remember those exams I had two months ago? Yes, the same exams which had me grinding my ass for six whole months and those same exams before which my father wasn’t in the best of his health and those same exams which has a pass % of barely 5%. 

I cleared. Nailed it. Killed it! With flying colours!

 

 

Tough times do not last, tough people do.

Graciously Yours!

Oh and another thing!

For the first time in a long, long while someone wrote something for me. Today. Check it out :

Miss perfectionist!
All India Rank 38! I knew it already… Months ago! The ‘stongest woman’ in my life… Yes, you honour us… All of us. You are an inspiration. And for a change its okay for me to cry in public because these are tears of joy! A big, biiiiiggg congratulations. I’m the luckiest step sister!
Loads of love!

 

Clarification : I am not a perfectionist. She’s not exactly my step sister, but more of my Twin Soul!