My Women,

You two epitomise the unfortunate beauty who never had luck in matters of the heart. You have lost, yet you have triumphed. Your resilience is what I have always aspired to overcome unexpected twists in life. Life is unpredictable, it cherishes cruel stunts as well as indelible benchmarks. You have proved it with your solidity and morality. You were vulnerable, yet sturdy. You were fragile, yet convalescing. Your ways of overpowering storms and banes are the musts people should apply for bagging achievements. The goals you have battled carelessly for the fruits you have earned. 

Despite sculpting your essence, your author fails to comprehend your depth. Because you are my past, my present, my future, and every one of these phases is yet to be fathomed. My current knowledge of self is scant compared to the vast universe humming inside me. As I explore and untangle the complexities of my own being, I perceive you better. I recognize your intuitions and compulsions in life choices. We don't seek validation or flattery from others, but deep down we crave attention for our efforts, appraisal of our accomplishments. 

I have met many people in my life, and none seemed a good match for me until you two were born. I ripped off my flesh and moulded your existence within my pages, within the bundle of my naked heart. Thanks to the traumas plaguing my past self, I doused distinguished experiences into each of you, yet you resemble each other very much. Because you are on different sides of the same coin. 

Faajal, you embody the shell of the past I have shredded for a new me, a healed me. You believed in the strength of love and repelled countless fetters with your faith. Heartbreak was your daily companion, sharpened by mockery and envy. But, you endured them all to touch the crest of gold, to acquire the throne of excellence. I am forever thankful for teaching me persistence and the cost of gaining fame. Entwined with personal tragedies, you never relished true bliss, but your Elastic Heart never stopped roaring for success. Losing your only love wasn't easy, but the sight of a blue-eyed baby boy beaming in your brace ascertains that love doesn't alone exist between a husband and wife, not two young hopeless lovers, but between a mother and her son too. Your saga reminds of one line: 

I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier

I'm gonna like like tomorrow doesn't exist

Like it doesn't exist

I'm gonna fly like a bord through the night, feel my tears as they dry

I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandilier

Valerie, you are befitted for the example of courage and patriotism. A fresh body, but a decade-aged soul compliment your form the best. When others were busy protecting themselves, you chose your nation over your breaths. Your typewriter decided to thrash against atrocities and supply vitality. Amid deadly exertion,  love unexpectedly knocked on your door. Hesitance tried to repulse you, but the reddened Butterfly in your ribcage couldn't defy. It was relinquished only to be punctured later. Your resistance defiled childhood abandonment and tarnished family issues, but a tiny crack had to break you. Yet, you rebuilt up stronger than ever for freedom, for an uncaged France. Your dedication is beyond words to inscribe. Tangled with indecision and yearning, your sacrifice will be recalled till the concept of heroism is alive. 

I've got thick skin and an elastic heart

But your blade it might be too sharp 

I'm like a rubber band until you pull too hard 

I may snap and I move fast

But you won't see me fall apart

Dear Readers,

Our pasts are the stars that construct our skies and enhances the beauty of gloom. These fragments shape our being, our demeanour, our future. We imbibe its lessons and reflect on our lives to salvage and nourish ourselves. The previous happenings are the hues that blends into life. These women replicate my past, my present and my future. I unshroud my scars, my aims and my longings through them. Their perception retains my views and mindset. I  envision reality through their eyes. So, handle them with utmost care and embrace their flaws. I have crafted from my rawest, hoping to relate with you and share my life. 

Love, 

Luna

Happiness is a butterfly
Try to catch it, like, every night
It escapes from my hands into moonlight
Every day is a lullaby
Hum it on the phone, like, every night
Sing it for my babies on the tour life
Ah