As messages poured in today wishing me and all of us
ladies in general, it struck me how absurd it was that a species which is
responsible for the perpetuation of human life form in this world should need
to have just one day designated to celebrate it?
I celebrate it in my life all 365 days of the year
with being myself, unabashedly, real to the core, genuine in my emotions, true
in all my relationships, loving towards all who matter in my life.
I have had innumerable ladies in my life, of all ages, all of whom have influenced my thinking, my ideas, my mindset, my judgements, my faith, my deduction, my very being, by touching me in countless ways. I read somewhere recently that “we mature due to the damage, rather than the years”. This is true and I call it experience. But what I am today is the sum of all the influences of lots of people in my life, a large chunk of whom happen to be ladies.
Since I have a great and long memory, I would have been
able to list out a lot of those ladies, however, in the present age of the internet
playing truant, I would not want my remembrance to be a nuisance for someone. So,
my golden mean is giving a tribute to all of them through the English alphabet,
wherein each letter will show an attribute, strong quality and my friends whose
names begin with those letters can safely assume that this is ‘the’ something,
I took away from my association with them.
They are welcome to attribute to themselves any other
adjective of their choice because I know that they were/are all so vivacious
and so powerful as influences that their qualities can never be confined to one