My country is locked down now. A whole effing one point three billion people. Home. Indoors. Locked and down. What can one mere mother do?

Use this forced isolation to think. Think about purpose, joy, happiness. Think about why you feel the way you do. Allow yourself to feel, be. Allow yourself to exist.

As a society, we are all expected to behave in a certain manner and follow the same career paths. But what happens when you choose to follow your own dreams?

The dark circles, my slender figure, no haircuts, no makeup to cover my dullness, are all a part of me. They make me unique and beautiful with a better heart.

Having lost her parents, the poet avoids active grief and tears, not yet ready to let go of her memories and moments.