When a light breeze moves her hair on her face,
When her eyes look more deep as she applies that Kajal,
When her fair chubby cheeks get pink as she blushes,
When she cooks for the first time and flies all over house,
When she's happy for a reason and just won't stop chattering,
When she drapes herself in her mother's saree for the first time,
When she ties up her hair in a bun and sings weirdly,
When she denies for something but suddenly agrees,
When she gets angry but silently smiles,
When she gets just too excited for shopping,
When the tinkle of her anklet makes her smile,
When she get to live her life in her manner..
*That*
Yes, she do exist, in a friend, in her helps,
In a sister, by irritating a lot,
In a mother, while taking care of,
In a daughter, to chirp around the house,
Being a wife and handling everything,
Being a female and,
Making everything grow, along with her,..
-Riddhi Waghle