..And She was the same She.

She was

careful, yet carefree.. but never ever careless
patient, but never a bore..
coz she was gifted with the treasure of patience
loved staying indoors
calling all her friends at home
tirelessly fiddling with her "ranna-bati" and turning over her numerous books
obedient and loved, she knew she was always safe.

and She is

still somewhat careful.. but at times loves flirting with "careless"..
carefree to being free-spirited..
She loves spreading her wings to reach beyond all boundaries..
dislikes being "defined".. always searching for the freedom of Her words..
enamoured by Her solitariness amidst all the surrounding brouhaha
"home" holds a new meaning to Her--
Her bed of boxes, Her mirror, Her wardrobe, Her walls and Her door, and Her priceless thoughts,
all fully ornate.


and looking back at the remains of the days gone by, She lets loose a "sigh"----
"She was the same She, indeed".