Serendipity of Nonsense

Everyday thousands of woman walk in and out of that door, wearing their charm on sleeves and tip tapping the floor in their brightly coloured or multi-hued, blingy or matte, rough or polished oh-so-yumm FIVE inched heels.. Surely enough all these women have one thing in mind "To prove themselves". Sometimes in discomfort, on their toes, balancing on a tightrope called a life. Sometimes when she sees them, the single streak of thought that passes her myriad mind; "Will i be one of them someday?" Aah...how much she would have loved tapping those heels, gliding them on that smooth marble floor. Each of them with a thought of their own, walking through the difficult lanes of hundreds of doubts that arise everyday @ their workplace or @ home. Gliding through life, putting a full stop to those millions raised eyebrows to question her creditability, in her beautiful stilettos, she copes up with every small detail in this BIG patriarchal universe. As she look upto them, he...

...............and so she thought she won't blog anymore. To the fact that i even had to delete her last blog. She almost thought she would never come back to blogging, that she would just silently slip away in the cracks of this vast blogosphere . She wanted no farewell bid, no good bye post, just a silent disappearing act. But here she is, once again. She did want to run away, from what not even her own soul knows. But she did. She still does, but she won't. Somehow stringing the pieces of life, she is determined to unfold what life wants from her. She is craving to discover her own psyche. Catching up with the world again, she does feel like living a new life after a month of intransigent paralysis that overpowered her. As she asks me to key in this first post of her ultra-new blog, she rummages through the days gone by that if it hadn't been the support of her friends, she would have been going through an identity crisis by now. She has no idea what this scratchpad(y...