I, a traditional Indian girl

I came into this world,

with closed tender fist,

with an unsure gait.

I was given a cute black mark,

on the corner of my forehead,

I was given a sacred locket,

around my neck

-to save me from evil eyes.

I was taught to touch my elders' feet,

blessings are saviours they said.

I grew up and was given curd,

every time I went for a test.

Chanting of hymns, chimes of temple bell,

blissful incense, and flowers fresh,

became a part of all my mornings.

The golden lamp near the tulsi plant,

the rangoli, the colors, the lords,

slowly defined my evenings.

The automatic folding of hands,

while passing by a temple,

the smile when you meet someone new,

the politeness with elders,

the love for youngers,

the kajal and the bindi,

flowers in long beautiful locks,

the bangles and anklet,

marked my understanding of adorn.

Trust but not a blind one,

hope and faith in unison,

I was given the keys to strength.

not to enter a house with slippers on,

a natural blush when complimented,

sweet words of encouragement,

and respect for everyone's rights,

tolerance and concern for others around,

were gifted to me gradually.

I learned to understand emotions,

and the power of voice modulation,

the meaning of silence and words.

A hug to steal away the pain

and a dance of joy,

sweets to mark celebration,

earning respect for oneself,

learning the art of composure,

I was growing intellectually and morally.

I know you will agree,

that there is no end to this saga.

I have lived it,

and I have loved it.

I - an integral part of India.

I - a Traditional Indian Girl,

......and proudly so!

P.S. thank you so much Leo for making me a part of this intellectual space. I am so happy contributing my first few words to "The Gateway of India".