The self I adorn is the self, draped in a saree, prim and proper. well pleated, pinned, yet flowy. The self I adorn is the self, carrying a book, a book about hope or a book about sunshine. The self I adorn is the self, tiptoeing, but with poise. Why tiptoe, you ask? Because the baby is in deep slumber, dreaming of ships, the moon and the barnyard mother tells her about. The self I adorn is the self, indulged in parenting, calm and slow, taxing but full of content. The self I adorn is the self, living to the full, not everyday, but trying every moment!
Alpana teaches in a government college of Gurugram, Haryana. If not responding to her babbling toddler and her curious gestures, she finds herself occupied with reading haikus and listening to Urdu poetry.
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