We girls live with an intense spirit that refuses to lie low for long. The docile woman behind the red veil smiles at me with the shine of stars in her eyes. The lone woman selling cigarettes at the traffic junction has a rather warm nod. The woman mason with a pile of bricks has the agility of a deer as she manouevers her way up the clumsy ladder.
Nameless and fearless, she walks with me like my shadow. The lesser the light, the stronger she emerges.
Let me stay inspired. Let me sing your songs. Let me share the colors of your life
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