Kratika Goel

With her hair and makeup perfectly done, she left her home every morning. At her workplace, she knocked the glass of every car passing by, only to get ridiculed in return. Some trashed her, some mocked her, while some bullied her with their abuses and beastly nudges, but accustomed with the disparity and it being a way of life, she was least affected with the seclusion she got to face everyday. As the night grew darker, gathering all the earnings of the day, she used to rush back to home, because her little daughter would not sleep until she sang her a sweet lullaby. Being a single mother is tough, but it's tougher when you are a "TRANSGENDER"....

To the Star and Moon, Your bond has been strewn.. You were not made for each other But those memories together will make you more strong In future wherever you belong.. The twist of life goes on And so you have to move on New life has its own responsibility Don't give it a chance to test your ability Build your love with full positivity where there is no space for negativity.. Forgive the immature you Water the plant for future you grew.... 

Whenever I feel sad.... It expresses my pain. Whenever I am alone.... It becomes my partner. Whenever I weep.... It removes my sorrow. Whenever I miss you.... It reminds me of a story. Every night  with my incomplete desires I take out my diary.. and it notes down my dream....................

HERE'S TO THE WOMAN who knows where she's going and will keep on until she gets there; who knows not only what she wants from life but what she has to offer in return. HERE'S TO THE WOMAN who guides and inspires not by quoting others' philosophies, but by living her own good example; who accepts both victories and disappointments with the same grace, and can rise above life's challenges and move on. HERE'S TO THE WOMAN who gives the gifts of her thoughtfulness, who shows her caring with a word of support, her understanding with a smile; a woman who brings joy to others just by being herself. And trust me : Being A WOMAN ... I  AM  PROUD.. To handle the hurdles you throw at us, To be ME.., I am proud to say: 'Being A WOMAN is PRIDE.........

It's not how big the HOUSE is,     It's how HAPPY the home is.. It's not how costly your ATTIRE is,     It's how COMFORTABLE you are in it.. It's not how big your GROUP is,     It's how many you can COUNT  UPON.. It's not how fair your Face is,     It's how fair your HEART is.. It's not how precious the METAL is,     It's how WORTHY it is.. It's not how deep the WELL is,     It's how much WATER it has in it.. It's not how HAPPY you try to be,     It's how HURT you are.. It's not how  RICH you are,     It's how rich your HEART is.. It's not how HARD to hit,     It's how SMART you plan.. It's not how tough the SITUATION is,     It's how BOLDLY you face it.. It's not how sharp your MIND is,     It's how EFFICIENTLY you use it..

I , the Cloud, White and clean, But loose and shapeless. I am the hope of a Farmer, As I do the Rain, Risen high, Saw the Beautiful World, Cry, dissolve in Rain, And the representation of Love. Nobody loves me, loves the Rain, And hide the Sun behind me, Cover like a Blanket, And hide the pain, Beside the Lake, Beneath the Trees, Fluttering and Dancing in the Breeze.