"From the ethereal cradle to a sunlit stage,
A woman's journey, a soulful page.
Shadows lengthen, yet hope's embers gleam,
As motherhood's melody intertwines with dreams...
With tender touch and lullabies' art,
She cradles a tiny soul, a mother's heart.
Yet, within her depths, ambitions reside,
A spirit yearning, where passions abide.
Balancing act, a delicate sway,
Between nature's warmth and career's bright rays,
With every dawn, a challenge awaits anew,
Resilience her armour, courage her hue.
Through whispered words and laughter's chime,
She navigates life, defying time.
A mother's love, a steadfast light,
Guiding her steps, through day and night.
Through the tumultuous journey does a mother rise,
Holding on to herself and her innocent child,
Conquering flames that threaten to burn.
Through the kaleidoscope called life,
As the colours dance, the light overpowers the dark,
The journey continues in the wondrous adventure park.
With each new day, mundane as it may be,
There's something new,
The same old smile presents a stunning view.
From atop the mountain, the world appears small,
And in that cocoon, overflows love.
Nestled and cared for, the fluttering breeze,
Wavers and syncs to the serenading shadows' harmony,
Life's the same, and yet something new,
The moments pass, time runs past, unforgiving,
Leaving behind memories to cherish,
Not unlike those transient footprints on the sand,
Waiting to be filled..."
-Elegiac_Damsel
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Kolkata, The City of Joy
Third person's point of view:
15th April
The city of Kolkata, draped in the vibrant hues of spring, was abuzz with the festivities of Pohela Boishakh or Nababarsha, the Bengali New Year. The air, thick with the scent of jasmine and freshly cooked food, was punctuated by the joyous chatter of people celebrating the dawn of a new chapter in their lives. Amidst this festive fervour, Mrinalini found herself grappling with a different kind of new beginning – the return to work at the Central Forensic Science Laboratory postpartum having exhausted the tenure of her maternity leave.
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Mrinalini♦
General FictionThe households in India have been run by women primarily, following the centuries old tradition. From taking care of the child's breakfast to ensuring that the mother in-law's morning cup of tea is served on time, it is always the woman of the house...
