I am about to be The Woman.
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ankitasaha
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Ten days from now is the New year's day. 2020 is coming soon. A plain wintry Saturday. The thickness of the winter has, magically, blanketed the entire space. The sun, playing hide and seek, perfectly complements the stonelike unyielding cold.

I am about to be The Woman.

Ten days from now is the New year's day. 2020 is coming soon.

A plain wintry Saturday. The thickness of the winter has, magically, blanketed the entire space. The sun, playing hide and seek, perfectly complements the stonelike unyielding cold.

As she blinked her eyes, resting behind the window rails, rusted and dusted, it crossed her mind. A thought. 11 days from now is her birthday. Turning twenty-four is not a big deal.

Being a woman that she was never before is.

Well, she has been breathing on the extremes of emotions, of traits. She was as shy as the "Mimosa pudica" in Chapter 1 of her life.

The battle between her words and her shyness was a never-ending episode. Chapter 2 of life taught her that she was a girl, a beautiful girl. That she was desirable too.

She could dream big and dream silly. She was untroubled, oblivious of realities. Chapter 3 exposed her to all the hustle and bustle, the fun and the fear. She turned abnormally jovial.

She talked and giggled and laughed and lived. She was a weird spirit. The restless young mind one fine day fell into reality. Chapter 4. She learned about a future that she had to create.

She could perceive, plan and conceive. She dreamt and she did. She authored Chapter 5 of her life.

But this time, the world hit her hard. Her vulnerability and innocence crushed her to smithereens. Like the candle, she burnt and fused to nothingness.

Like the candle, she solidified over and burnt over to melt again. And belatedly, she forgave and released and grew.

From a wild spontaneity to a mild passivity, she is today drafting a new chapter of her life.

Her fingers may not be as delicate as before, but she knows to stand right. Her heart may not be as soft, but it is for good, broken open.

Neither she knows to laugh on insensible grounds, nor to mourn over them.

Why hark back to the older one when all that there is "This chapter"!

So Dear Mr/Miss Writer,

Are you writing "This Chapter" the best you can?

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