Beauty is reality. It's being who you truly are. It's being positive after every breaking point you have. It’s getting over your past. Beauty is free. It's empty of any dull materialistic routines. Beauty is how someone holds himself. The way a faint smile leaves the mouth. It's the way your mother hugs you after a very long day or even the way back home when you’ve been too long away. Beauty is gold qualities of heart. It's the lack of hatred and jealousy. Beauty, my dear is everything, and anything, and you.

It took me some time to start getting over the past and to re-build myself, but through introspection, prayer, and affirmation, the process of healing is in effect. Don’t let someone’s impaired vision of you affect the love you have for yourself. Don’t let your own self-imposed doubts get in your way.

Yes, I’m talking about the beautiful scar that we as women carry after the birth of a child through a C-Section. A C-Section is a beautiful story of a mother and the baby, where the child is so stubborn to come out, or it’s like the child loves the mother so much that they don’t want to leave the place where they spent about 9 months

Within her fingers,
A smile lingers.
She binds people,
in one big family,
copulating with their roots.
Her action speak more than words,
Don't take her for mute.

Born in a family of fair-complexioned women, I was always insecure of my dusky complexion as a kid. It never really bothered me, until one day, my friend in school pointed out the difference in mine and my sister’s complexions. Now I didn’t know it mattered so much and I couldn’t answer her back, so I just kept quiet. The song “Mai aisa kyu hu” kept ringing in my head till the end of school that day.