"She resides....."

'It' was nothing before 'it' came into this world. 'It' came as a 'bliss' from heaven. 'It' was a wish that had come true for its parents'. 'It' was a little embryo that brought happiness,joy and a smile on the parents' face. 'It' never knew how this world was. As time passed a 'she' was born. She had to face the cruel world outside,after all she was a 'she'. They tried to send her back from where she came,but it was a 'she'( the mother)who saved her from them. She was discouraged, she was pulled back,she was not allowed to do as she wished. She faught against all these as she grew. It seemed like all these were meant to be only for her. Inspite of all odds,she made her way through. She grew stronger day after day. She learned to deal with life, she learned to deal with the world. She felt like she was a machine born to do tasks. She was the reason behind society's success, but it was never realized by the society. She was hurt,physically and mentally, but still she strived to be stronger. As she grew, she was put into a bandage. Time passed by,and she was gifted with a 'bliss' from the same heaven,from where she had come from.
'It' was a 'she' again!
Yes,'she' is a woman. 'She' resides in all women.

A 'woman' is the very embodiment of strength, beauty,power,love,godliness and beyond.

Please do respect women! Its a 'she' who is the reason for our presence today and 'she' is the one who has gifted us our lives.

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