Tangled Forever

Her jet black, Rapunzel-like hair,

Trickled down the tower of her soul.

But they were tangled and confused,

Just like her mind.

Her castle was filled with people,

Who wore fake smiles and fake masks.

In this ocean of heartlessness,

She had learnt to live alone.

Or so she thought.

One fine day,

When she was on her way back to her kingdom,

She met a wanderer.

The wanderer was just not like her.

Her hair just reached her shoulders,

And her smile beamed the confidence that lay underneath.

They became friends instantly.

The princess got back to her castle,

And all she could think of was the new friend she had made.

Even though she was new, she was real,

The princess felt.

As time passed,

The wanderer and the princess became friends,

Untangled each others’ minds,

And enhanced each others souls.

They stuffed their stomachs together,

And broke their hearts too,

Their passions wavered,

But their comradeship never faded.

They grew up and their paths took them to different places,

But their hearts stayed together,

And kept them connected.

They spoke every single day,

Not through the telephone,

But through their connected minds.

She’s so girly

The jet black, silky hair trickle down her shoulders, and her dark black heels make noise as she walks. Her tight pink dress shows off her lean figure, and the pink lipstick on her soft lips makes her even more attractive than she already is. The kohl, kajal and eyeshadow make her eyes bright, but somehow hide the shine of her inner self. Her hands and legs have undergone the painful procedure called waxing. They call her a ‘perfect girl’. But the desire to do more makes her doubt how perfect she truly is.

There she goes. Her overgrown pixie cut hair lingers over her eyes, making it difficult for her to see the world.  The tag of her loose, plain white t-shirt says, Zara Boys-14. Her HRX running shorts end just above her knees. Her eyeliner-less eyes have a glimmer of unconventionality. Her purple Nike shoes, with her grey socks are a total fashion disaster! The hair on her unwaxed arms sways proudly with the wind. She’s been jogging, so her luscious pink lips have a mixture of Vaseline and sweat applied on them. They call her a ‘tomboy’.

For her, she as girlish as one can be.

Who is a girl after all?

Is being a girl about how one looks? She doesn’t think so.

For her, being a girl is so much more than that. Being a girl is about having the strength to define oneself. Being a girl is all about having one’s own personality, which is determined by one’s own thoughts, and not by what the world thinks of her. Being a girl is about being confident, strong and a fighter. It’s about fighting with one’s own muddled conscience, which sways between the thoughts of the world, and the thoughts of her soul, while defining herself. The world may dictate the rules and way of living to her, but she is one who breaks all these boundaries and creates her unwavering self, and moulds herself they way she wishes to. She doesn’t allow the views of society to contaminate her imperfectly perfect self. She just wishes to be herself.

A true girl is the one who dresses up and applies makeup to satisfy herself, and not to impress the world around her. A true girl is the one who understands how beautiful her soul is and embraces her true inner beauty. On the other hand, if a pair of boxer shorts and a pixie haircut make someone feel good about herself, then that is her ‘girlishness’ defined. Girlishness is all about feeling about who you are.

Over time, being girly has been associated with wearing pink, using makeup, dressing in skirts, dresses or blouses, taking an hour to get ready, and shopping. I really think that as the world around this is changing, the outdated and restricted definition of ‘girly’ needs to undergo a change. Girlishness needs to go beyond one’s appearance and its time that being a girl becomes something beyond applying pink lipstick and wearing a pink dress. Its time that being girly becomes about embracing one’s inner self.