Life of a Girl
“A man’s face is his autobiography; A woman’s face is her work of fiction” OSCAR WILDE
Therefore, do all girls think themselves blessed in this regard – they can hide their emotions, on the contrary it is a benediction that no one can read their feelings in their face. A woman’s life is itself so complex, so subtle, so precise and has a very microscopic dimension of vision. This I’ll spare your brain, every action of any or rather all woman is so carefully measured and discussed with such depths that I’m forced to call them “microscopic” analysis. On the contrary while I am told to stay indoors , my younger brother happily enjoys a trip bading goodbye to a sudden guest to auto-rickshaw stand at ten in the night. My little bit of dominance is also gone!
Who is an infant girl?
She is someone of an entirely different perspective (than our usual idea of what “ a woman” is). She is PERHAPS only bothered about her feedings-the strange turnings in her stomach or the queer sensation when her bladders are bursting…..and then she lets it out….and hushed voices immediately HUSHING as she releases the queerness of bladdder-bursting situation. Maybe otherwise bothered of the the strange numbnesss that dwells and conquers her and then darkness falls upon where she sees strange figures-sleep. She is just an INFANT and not “an infant girl” as I have said before. She is just a life hovering in a body , life growing and learning, trying to decipher all the sounds made by her parents at every incredulous act which she obliviously performs.Then after a couple of years, the sensation of strength in her trembling knees starts mattering. Then crawling to fetch that toy dadda bought for her birthday. At this stage she always remains rash and rapid and above all restless; she is always planning new adventures either to her momma’s dressing cosmetics or to her elder brother’s books just to enjoy watching him fret and fume!
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Therefore, do all girls think themselves blessed in this regard – they can hide their emotions, on the contrary it is a benediction that no one can read their feelings in their face. A woman’s life is itself so complex, so subtle, so precise and has a very microscopic dimension of vision. This I’ll spare your brain, every action of any or rather all woman is so carefully measured and discussed with such depths that I’m forced to call them “microscopic” analysis. On the contrary while I am told to stay indoors , my younger brother happily enjoys a trip bading goodbye to a sudden guest to auto-rickshaw stand at ten in the night. My little bit of dominance is also gone!
Who is an infant girl?
She is someone of an entirely different perspective (than our usual idea of what “ a woman” is). She is PERHAPS only bothered about her feedings-the strange turnings in her stomach or the queer sensation when her bladders are bursting…..and then she lets it out….and hushed voices immediately HUSHING as she releases the queerness of bladdder-bursting situation. Maybe otherwise bothered of the the strange numbnesss that dwells and conquers her and then darkness falls upon where she sees strange figures-sleep. She is just an INFANT and not “an infant girl” as I have said before. She is just a life hovering in a body , life growing and learning, trying to decipher all the sounds made by her parents at every incredulous act which she obliviously performs.Then after a couple of years, the sensation of strength in her trembling knees starts mattering. Then crawling to fetch that toy dadda bought for her birthday. At this stage she always remains rash and rapid and above all restless; she is always planning new adventures either to her momma’s dressing cosmetics or to her elder brother’s books just to enjoy watching him fret and fume!
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