Cool clouds embrace the warmth of the setting Sun golden, turning the ocean to liquid molten.
White froth of the waves, slither on the golden sand, quenching its thirst again and again.
Coyly hiding within the descending dusk, ever evasive horizon waits for the sky to rush.
To hold on to it one last time before they merge, for a while, only to re-emerge.
Last impression of the Sun floats on the ocean like gold, time slips away quietly, difficult to hold.
Sunshine withers away slowly, fading the sight, can hardly fathom the beholder’s immense delight.
Dusk finally descends, engulfing sky and horizon as one. When one cannot be made out from another.
Only Dawn has the magical key to separate them again. When the Sunlight ignites the sky and ocean, and boundaries remain…till dusk again.
Photo Credits Go To Shaishav Agarwal
My father’s or my husband’s name doesn’t define me.
My career or my earnings don’t define me.
My children or their achievements don’t define me.
My education or my social status doesn’t define me.
My clothes don’t define me, my home doesn’t define me.
People’s opinions about me , don’t at all define me.
Warmth of the Sun, coolness of the moon, calmness of the oceans and brightness of the stars define me.
All the love in the universe harbouring in my heart defines me.
What defines me, is that I am a woman.
I am who I am just the way I should be, just the way I was meant to be.
I am joy, I am the reason for celebrations. I am the sponge that soaks everyone’s worries.
I am defined by birth and death, I am defined by myself.
The beauty of a New Year lies in the mind. Mind which is the procreator of hope, faith, expectations, love, courage and many other emotions and feelings that make us all human.