A Lesson learnt from Dr.Maya Angelou.

Happy 90th Birthday to Dr Maya Angelou. Such an inspiring woman. The extraordinary courage and a liberated spirit. An Epitome of Womanhood.
“We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty”. ~ Maya Angelou.

For I am your Muse.

When your life’s hard work takes the most wonderful transition from words to a book that speaks your journey and points out the purpose of your sole being.

If there’s one word to describe that feeling…

A word is never enough.

I’ve read many books throughout my fair share owing to my years. Some brought joy and magic. Some taught me lessons I’d take in every walk of my life – the past, present and future.

Then there were books that inspired me to become part of literature. To become an Author. To write and rewrite. I’ve played the roles of each character and lived as so and so. I’ve fallen in love with all of them. I’ve died many times. Re-birthed in many forms. I was the little details that one missed or ignored.

The women in literature had a huge impact on my life. I wanted to be like them. I wanted to write like them.

I’ve had jobs that help me pay my bills, buy pretty things and at the same time questioned if this was ever enough? You wake up each morning, get into office doing a 9 to 5 job, answer calls, reply to emails, laugh at silly jokes by your colleagues and have lunch which is always a poor choice and then you repeat it the next 4 days to come.

Then as if it was by chance or was it my time, I was given the opportunity to discover my talent as a Writer. Sitting in an empty apartment with my laptop is my only companion. I started writing and.

There it was. My muse. She said to me, write what you’ve never read before. Tell them the story different from all the fairy tales which ends with happily ever after…

Tell them a story that’ll make them wake up every day and keep on living. Tell them the story that’ll keep them moving. Tell them your story. Don’t hide anything. Tell them everything, from your Adam to your Eve. The beginning of you and the fall of you. Tell them how you rose from your failure. Tell them about the others of the same fate as you.

Tell them so they’ll listen. Listen. The way you listened to your heart and your soul. The walks with each step on fire and stone. The voices of the unscrupulous shuttering your existence and exploiting your innocence.

Tell them how you found the Courage that was lost. Hidden under fear, humiliation, insult, injury and scars that you wore behind your fake smile.

And then the will to live was greater than the force to surrender. You found yourself. You found the others. You walked with your head held high and you spoke to be heard and for them to listen.

You are not alone. You are Courage and you are Liberation!

And I am your muse.

So, I followed her advice and rewrote my story. This has been an incredible journey and I can’t wait to have you walk along my side. Laugh with me. Cry with me. Travel with me. Eat with me. Love with me. Anger with me. Read with me. Speak to me and I’ll tell you my story.

Redefine Perceptions of the Untold.


Define your own sexy. Feeling good in your current body and appreciating every bumpy curve is extremely sexy!
Don’t let social media and judgements from the unscrupulous shutter your image of you.
I’m an Asian woman of Indian ethnicity. A picture of me like this showing my décolleté – skin below my neck, or cleavage is a sin. Because Asian women aren’t allowed to showcase their body although we’ve remarkably contributed to the growth of our population through childbirth and breastfeeding which involves coitus by the way and not a miracle baby courier service from the skies as the mythological stories written and told by our forefathers and foremothers. Lets get one thing clear – If it’s okay for you to peek and check us out, then it is most definitely okay as women we embrace our bodies and sexuality.
An Asian woman can’t post a picture of herself in a bikini but you will like and comment of the exact of a European or Caucasian woman. You’re a fan of KK and her many relationships but not if she’s your Indian neighbour who has had 2 boyfriends. JLo is hot and sizzling owning those curves wearing almost nothing on that stage.You wear a skirt revealing your knees, automatically you’re of low moral values because the clothes you’re wearing is ‘skimpy’ .
The hypocrisy has no end in our society.
This caption has no means to promote nudity, sex or pornography. Nor is it to provoke controversy.
It’s about Liberation And Respect.
Your Perception Of Me, Does Not Define Me!