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...
Celebrating the self with a different beat! In each breath, each step.