Sixteen years back It was the same auspicious time of approaching Deepawali everyone's favorite festival of lights When one ignores all reasons to crib and fight. Sixteen years back On November eight To make our lives special and great A delicate light shimmered in our home To brighten up our lives for years to come. A fresh flower bloomed in garden of our home To spread the loveliest fragrance and fumes. Sixteen years back It was the second time when l became mom. A sweet little fairy ended up in my lap Who was going to mirror my infancy, my teenage and my younger self back. Sixteen years back I feel ashamed to recall How feebly l had acted ! And how to the best news of my life l had reacted ! Stung by the scorpion of unknown fear and apprehension Bottling up my mind with constant reports about crime against women. How could l loose my senses and forget that l was born a girl, Brought up as a girl...