A DIFFERENT BEAT

To breathe life into these pages, that once was my abode To paint them with colors of characters I never could be To live the life of children that smell only of goodness To love, to be unrequited in love To celebrate, to be lonely To the words that gave my thoughts the intensity I wanted I bow. To Sanaya, the esteemed who smiled back at life To Munna, so young and tender who is back on her feet To Manish, who happily holds his wife and daughter in his busrides To Surabhi, living life on her terms To all the daughters who fought and lost their battles for us to win the war To Smriti, who is Appu's Vaachi too To Malavika, who no more carries the bundle of that man stories, but memories of a father she never had To Shriya, growing up to dance in the rain and run up the hills To Suchita, who is more than an aspiring feminist To moments of fractured freedom, where hope bleeds To the dreamer that Nandana continues to be and Miriam learnt to become To Preeti's unb