She is a cat! She hasn’t
lost her wild instincts. She defies rules because rules are made for dogs. Ask
her to sit, stay, run; she will ask you back, “Why?” And if you persist, she
will still do what her will says. She lives in the society, but is wary of any
new member. She is a social animal, but she likes to be by herself. She is
independent, you forgot to feed her? Never mind, she’s caught herself a meal
anyway. She has claws, she hides them well. If you pet her nice, she will purr,
but only for so long as she wishes. If she doubts you, or if you are not doing
it right, you remember the claws? She is free, she is the queen of her world!
She is a rock, a mountain.
A big one. Immovable, small things don’t matter much to her.
She has jewels and precious
minerals inside her, but she hates it when people want to come in with the
intent to take it all away. People who come near her, try to dig caves and
tunnels, but she won’t let them, like insides are just for her. She’d throw
rocks at them if they try to.
Those closest to her are
rivers. They are around her, they may shape a few of her curves, but they don’t
get to seep deep into her. At times, she may feed them with some water, but not
always.
She is a volcanic mountain,
insides are boiling with so many things and ideas that keep her unstable. But
from outside, she is snow-capped. She looks so cool. And her majestic nature
makes her beautiful and at the same time intimidating.
And when there is a drizzle
on that mountain, and the sun shines, there is a sweet smile in the form of a
rainbow.
She is a free thinker. She
has a crazy imagination. If she wished, she’d make her own world of fantasy!
Where you could play drums in a library, where cars would run on water, where
zebras would be spotted, where rainbows would have a million shades, where she
could be a magician, where the moon would be triangular, where grown-ups would
be kids, where children would never cry…
She is real, and her
fantasies are real. She needs to know this, and she will… One day...
