from a caterpillar to a butterfly

…And she flew away, Breaking free from her comfort zone, Into a horizon of a bright future, of infinite possibilities! As a young adult, I was shy and introverted. I always lived in my comfort zone. I explored the world from the safety of my home or my uncle’s office. I was a pampered child and had never stayed alone. I had no idea about things as trivial as how to make chai, wash clothes, and important things like managing money or investing for future. Everything was taken care for me. The only aspiration that I had was to become financially independent. It was a dream my mother always encouraged me to pursue. My goal was to join my friend who was working with a reputed MNC and continue this life of living in my comfort zone. Little did I know how drastically my life was going to change. I could not crack the interview in the company I wanted. My next best offer was with a reputed investment bank, but in a different city. That night was a long night of deliberation and after a lot of

  You look with wonder at a forest, Look at the tree. You look with wonder at the tree, Look at its leaves. You look with wonder at the leaves, Look at its roots. You look with wonder at the roots, Look at the seed. From it emerged everything. That is the power of a child! From her emerges a whole new world. A child, is a discovery, To be respected, To be given freedom, To be loved, To be parented, Responsibly. 

  Magic to me was a wand, Magic to me was a flying broomstick, Magic to me was a fierce looking witch, Magic to me was a fairy tale, Until… I got an invitation into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry… Magic to me became Quidditch, Magic to me became Owls, Magic to me became fighting You Know Who, Magic to me became the life of the boy with a lighting scar, Until… I got an invitation into motherhood… Magic was the gift of two loving souls, Magic was their unconditional love for me, Magic was to become their only world, Magic was to discover an entire new me through them, Until… I got an invitation into Spirituality… Magic to me is His Voice, Magic to me is His Words, Magic to me is His Energy, Magic to me is to feel His presence. Until… He gave me the eyes to experience MAGIC... In knowing, In believing, In experiencing, In surrendering… And, Helping me realise, Magic is in living!

Gifted to the world was a beautiful little angel, She was white like a snow and light like a feather, She was cherished and loved by all those dear, She was a wonder, who all loved to behold.  She grew up making very little fuss. She had in her tiny grasp, all alphabets, rhymes and numbers. She soon found herself in the chairs of kindergarten. She was the princess and center of her world. She welcomed a new little member. She lovingly embraced a cute little brother. Together the world became more interesting. They grew up sharing, playing and fighting. She grew up with loving cousins. She made friends to play and gossip. She loved to drown herself in mysteries and adventures. Her mother always had a tough time to bring her to the present. She grew up with reasonable grades. She was a dry leaf, floating in the air. Life had an interesting way of creating her. Life glided with her, tossing, nudging and creating. She was always taught to look at the bright side. She had parents rooted in