Strokes Of Pen

Dear Family, It is amazing that how my life changed overnight.  My surname (and in some cases name) has changed, my identity has changed, my area, my room, my house, decorations, food habits, kitchen, my blankets, pillows, colors on the wall… everything has changed! I am adapting to this new atmosphere and to this, new house but I remember you. Like any other child, I took you all for granted. I never thanked you enough to make me the girl I am today. Thanks to you, I am receiving lot of appreciation in my new home.

Birthdays have been always special for me. I remember how I used to wait for my birthday to happen. To get hold of all those gifts, flowers, wishes and attention – birthday makes you a star for that day. Your wish is others command.

“Hansel & Gratel”, “Cinderella”, “Snow White & Seven Dwarfs”, and such fairy tales have surrounded us from our childhood and continue to do so. The entire idea of “being” good-will-ultimately-lead-you-to-your-prince-charming has been conceptualized and used by mothers, their daughters and daughters' daughters to make them live in a fantasy world; quite ironic to the real world – which goes by the law of ‘survival of fittest.’