I am still the same Unaltered

I Am Still The Same Unaltered…….

I am very passionate, and my family always knew that I have my heart on my sleeve and I would flaunt it at the onset be it in friendship, love ,relationships, I wanted to make it work with all effort irrespective of any contribution being there or not the hurry to please was prime.

I recall when we use to make dolls at home, from old rags and I would work to make sure that my doll looks sexy, and ritzy, even then that was my priority .If  I decided to make my doll wear Indian Sari  i would  put a dash of glitter on  and make it look elegant, simple joys but they are reflections. I am still the same, unaltered.

My aunt hurt me as a rule when she gave me the thinnest slice of cake but I was taught that the thought matters thus I ate the cake and thanked her with a smile , she has not changed she still makes sure I get the crumbs and my smile is still consistent, and my nature unaltered to thank her for thinking of me, really I am truly grateful that she still thinks of me before the end.

We use to have our annual fate at school and all would put food stalls, ring the ball and get a biscuit pack and similar stuff. At home I would have romantic plans for the fate ,I would decided on a juke box concept by selecting the records of Hindi movie songs boys were allowed to enter our campus and the thought was pulsating thus I would ply with this idea of a list of romantic songs played on request , my counter use to be the epicenter of fun. And many would play the request for me that would make my day if a guy played four songs for me then he would get a discount even then I knew how to trade I am the same unaltered .

Our principal use to be in a state of shock , but I would try hard and  explanation  that we are doing it for a cause to collect money for the orphan children I could convince her even at that age? I would collect the highest revenue my lessons learnt then that simple charm is enough if you are passionate about the outcome.

I got permission to read my Mills and Boons I would dream of marrying the widower or the Attorney Journal ” he is so lonely and kind and has a lovely villa I want to marry him and take care of his 15 year old daughter who is a brat,” when I decided to marry, I knew what I wanted from my marriage ,I was the same unaltered,

All the roses in our garden were plucked by me to find out “he loves me “he love me not” I am still the same, I  pluck the roses for my son …to find out if “she loves him or loves him not”

I style as my men at home and around appreciate it.

For a cause I still come up with charm mantras’ ……..I am still the same unaltered

Nwaz