Brinda Naidu,
The Dreamy Poet
Brinda Naidu
WHO I am
I am a woman, an ordinary woman – no different from any other. I have the company of my laughter, tears, hopes and fears to fill my days. I am an ordinary woman.
I am an extraordinary woman – different from any other. I have walked a narrow and difficult path, edging my way to recovery and allowing myself to embrace the gift of life in all its complexity and joy. I am an extraordinary woman.
I am Brinda: my parents’ child, my siblings’ sister, aunt to my nephews and niece. I am Brinda: a gem to my family, a treasure to my friends, the sole reason I am me. I am Brinda: a lone leaf of the holy basil, drifting in the breeze of the universe, silent and free.
I am a woman, an ordinary woman – no different from any other. I have the company of my laughter, tears, hopes and fears to fill my days. I am an ordinary woman.
I am an extraordinary woman – different from any other. I have walked a narrow and difficult path, edging my way to recovery and allowing myself to embrace the gift of life in all its complexity and joy. I am an extraordinary woman.
I am Brinda: my parents’ child, my siblings’ sister, aunt to my nephews and niece. I am Brinda: a gem to my family, a treasure to my friends, the sole reason I am me. I am Brinda: a lone leaf of the holy basil, drifting in the breeze of the universe, silent and free.
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