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A powerful piece by Arundhati Roy I have completed just now. I am amazed how the story about culture, separation, casteism, agony, loss, corruption lust can be woven in one powerful piece. She has done it with utter amazement. Powerful phrases •things can change in a day, •I’ll go when the rain stops,( a metaphor with reality) •if there is shit around, there has to be a pony somewhere, •Learned to wait, to watch, to think thoughts and not voice them, •things can spread just like a gossips in a small town of Ayemenem in Kerela. A lady is judged by everyone for her choices and being reminded that she is without husband and her kids are orphan no matter how independent she is. Society is infested with such shit around. And of course blood isn’t visible on a black skin. Similarly the words he borne on him aren’t. Such a revolutionary poetically written book. It has been narrated by the point of two kids Esthapen and Rahel about the family disputes and repercussions of the choices made and it has a ‘one of a kind’ poetic manner in which it is written... Stars 4.5/5 Can you craft something very sad in little less sad without removing a real essence of sadness?

Main zindagi ka saath nibhata chala gaya... har fikr ko dhuye me udata chala gaya...   Saahil's phone ringing... 3 missed calls! Damn, I think Akriti has gone nuts. Doesn't she remember I had an important client at my office? Hello, hmmm tell me quickly what's the matter? I am getting married tomorrow! I know you are so ready for our marriage but I told you how important is this assignment, once I'll fetch this client, I'll come to ask your hand for marriage from your parents. No need Saahil. I've sent you my wedding invitation. Check your Whatsapp! Please leave your office right now, with 3 bursts of 425 Hz tones each lasting 0.2 seconds. The call was disconnected. How could she? He took out a cigarette and lit it. It started raining, suddenly thunder and storm with thuds and thunders. He ran back towards his office and it was dark.  Mukesh bhaiya check the inverter!  I have to send a presentation before it strikes 12. Else I'll lose another motive to live.  What happened Saahil baba.  Mukesh bhaiya sensed his tense voice and wanted to help.  Arey bhaiya ihaaan bethoo..(come sit here). Dekho ee pyaar vyaar ka chakkar sabhoo ki bass ki baat naahi. (This handling love affair isn't everyone's cup of tea). Bhaiya do as I say. Saahil gave a stern look to Mukesh as he didn't like the intervention.  I have called an electrician. Mukesh this is Mumbai's rain. Do you really think anyone will come to fix it?  Saahil took his yellow raincoat and stepped out. It is raining cats and dogs. For an instance, he let slipped Akriti his head. He heard some thud from inside the office. As his office was soundproof so he couldn't make out the difference between outside thunder and this sound. Mukesh bhaiya? Mukesh Bhaiya? He approached the door, just then something came in his way on which he stumbled. Mukesh Bhaiya was laying on the ground struggling to breathe. Someone slit his throat.  Mukesh Bhiaya? He lost his consciousness. Mukesh Bhaiya? He looked here and there.  Two men are standing with blood laden knife.  What do you think? You make my sister pregnant and we will give her hand into yours? You son of a bitch! Or do you even know who your mother is? What Akriti is pregnant? We will get marry. I did not just make love. I love her more than anything in this world.  Oh just shut up! Aren't you an orphan? No one knows who are you. Where you came from? My naïve sister. You trapped her in your love. In pursuit of minting money through her. No! Absolutely not! I am waiting for my project to start. Then I was about to come to ask for marriage. I just need her, nothing else from her.  Oh really. As if we will give our dear little naïve sister's hand in yours. Fuck you! He tried to harm him with the knife. Saahil is watching himself falling from the 11th floor. Now he was thinking why Akriti abruptly disconnected the call asking him to leave the office right away!  

I’ll not cry. Looks Nits, didi is crying though she always wanted you to stand here! Mumma is crying, daddy as always hugged me, uttered I’m proud of you! I am amazed how in a jiff he forgot all the pain I caused him. How selfless is my father! I am not even closer. I won’t be able to serve my child like this from the peanuts he gets every month. Oho, what are you thinking? Nothing didi, I’ll miss you! Me too stupid but don’t make me cry now. See you are travelling alone for the first time. There will a queue first for ticket checking, passport, and luggage. This bag, take it with you and tell them to put a fragile sticker on your suitcase. Yes didi, I get it! Don’t teach me now! Let me learn it by myself. To date it’s you and papa Mumma who spoon-fed me, now it’s time to learn things.  Now as I am taking steps inside the airport to board my flight CATHAY PACIFIC my life is moving in front of my eyes. This is going to be an exile for all of us. Papa, mummy, didi and me. People will talk as they always, I am bad, I’ll never return, I might keep asking for more money. I know papa the situation you are in to make me board this flight. I know didi how much invested in me to make me what I am today by supporting me always, moreover mummy who had blind faith in my decision in choosing college overseas, that I might become a millionaire in this life. The life you gave me and never ask anything in return and I’m sure you will! My demands to fulfil dreams of becoming a filmmaker and asking for stuff to do that and then realizing it’s not something I meant for. Oh god, I would have killed my son for such a weirdo and spending money recklessly. I now realize how difficult it is when I am cycling down the hills to deliver pizza and not paid well because pizza is icy cold. Oh my lord, papa from catering jobs to salesman job along with a less paid full-time job, what you haven’t done for me? I can never pay back.                                                                                   **** It’s just six months, I mean what’s the haste? Why you and jiju didn’t get married when I was there. Ofo, Are you mad? haha, we haven’t had any plan for this, it just happened. Okay then wait for me to get graduated and then marry. I don’t want to miss anything or attend anything in haste. I want to enjoy your marriage. Don’t you think it will be too late. I’ll be buddhhi! I am sending you return tickets, so just come back I am so excited to hug you! She will get married now who will take care of Mumma papa? Well she is also turning 29 and has a beau then it’s okay. She will still take care of them. I know her.                                                                 *****   God only knows am I thinking too much or I have grown or changed drastically in these 6 months. When I hugged my parents, my didi nothing seems like before. Not their love but as if I have some duty towards them! Time is slipping. In these 6 months, I felt just like my daddy never told me about his pains and problems; I hope I can never cry in front of them. The cold shivers, the hunger days, no job day, no money days, how couldn’t I? My mom understood everything when she saw me, “Kitna weak lag raha hai tu”. These two days just passed away! It’s like in a jiff my sister is now a woman. I boarded the flight. Bid au revoir to everyone! This time one member added, it was jiju!                                                                                 **** Two years passed but I never been apart from my loved ones. This is going to be longer as it’s just the degree that got completed. The hassle will start now! Oh god! Growing up sucks! I want to be that child again, a little different. I’ll keep my dishes in the sink maybe some days wash it as well. Leaving certain things, I’ll be never reckless at spending money. These all are the wishes and dreams now. As it’s just a starting of grinding myself. It’s a long way to go. Realization is a big achievement than any other degree or any piece of paper. This the realization happened to me when I stepped out of my comfort zone, when I slept hungrily, when at home I used to create Mumma used to clean it but here the old lady bang at my door amidst of the night just to clear a tiny spot of fresh cream left on the kitchen sink, hey NK take this dish away! Haha, See I told ya!. When asking for an iPhone was easier to buy a basic T-shirt with money earned by me. I knew always what I don’t want to do, my sister always trusts in me, rather than anything else and also shuts me down when I am a pain and talks shit. I understand that everyone is not there for you everywhere but family no matter what, how far you are, you are always backed up by them. Leaving home was never easy. I made a wise decision. I am changed now.  I’ll forget all the bad things that happened to me and all the bad things done by me but I’ll forget the lessons each of them taught me!

verimillion is such a costly thing, you frown at this statement? Hey you, don't be! Now you understand, when our daughter being ushered by you towards the sacred tent called mandapa, Just the same I never wished her, yet she will standing near the window on a rainy day, thinking of the love she got in this house and the appreciation she deserved yet never get in that house. If she choses to live her extended life now, Doors might be locked when she'll return in the evening, even if they are wide open she'll welcome the accusations of not being a worthy wife! Strange hmmmm, Yeah, remember when my father stood at the porch, not welcomed inside for a hot cup of tea,  instead showered with his daughter's faults, that day a daughter from behind the locked door cried and prayed not to see her father so often! Oh, my heart ripped into two; if my daughter has to do the same. I'm glad my king, my daughter isn't like me, she ain't chose a prince like you...

Spirituality is a way of life. It is nothing to do with a specific way of worshiping. To different people Bhakti and spirituality is different types. People worship their “Supreme self” which is known as Atma-Bhakti. It is far away from visiting a sacred precinct to stand in long queues to see a swaroop. Then comes “Ishwara’s bhakti” which is bow in front of formless Cosmic lord which as per our hindu tradition we have 330 million deities. The third one is “Ishta-Bhakti” which is to worship one chosen lord. People follow this as per one family worshiping one Seul deity for ages just because it is been always there.The last one is “Guru-Bhakti” which is to follow a human being who is a Saadhu or walking on the path of Saadhna. He is the one who has left the worldly pleasures and walking on the path of tyaag and tapasaya. Any of these four is acceptable and a personal choice of worshiping. As per me a person a like a ship without sailor off he is far away from spirituality. In entire world Indians are known for Bhakti. In Hindi literature there are various Raja’s who travelled far away bare feet to attain enlightenment, which is considered as utmost achievement apart from whatever materialistic achievements one has attained. Supreme peace is the only idea before long-lasting sleep. A person even now is entangled in worldly pleasures in his lifetime which suddenly started detaching from it one by one. It is said the time has come. One should now attach themselves to god and leave all these things behind before getting lost the light of death. Spirituality proliferates the living standard if done in a right manner else this is also just another way to make money which indeed people are making in numerous ways! I can summarise my idea of loving god and walking on his step in one bhajan which is very close to my heart and no matter what, more I listen to it more I can swirl in lord’s bhakti. “Achyutam Keshavam Krishna Damodaram Rama Naraynam Janaki Vallabham” In this the names of Lord Krishna are written in Sanskrit. It is said Sanskrit is one of the purest language in the world form which many foreign languages has been born. The more we sing these names the more closer we come to Lord Vishnu as Krishna ji was a reincarnation of Lord Vishnu. Kaun Kehte Hai Bhagvan Aate Nahi Tum Meera Ke Jaise Bulate Nahi Who says God doesn’t come to you? You don’t call her like Meera does. Meerabai was a poetess who has given her life in the name lord Krishna, no matter her husband denied her worshiping another man, she never listened she considered herself wife of Krishna and loved him without asking anything in return. The depth of her preach was too deep to be denied to be accepted by lord. To which Krishna never loved her a lover or a wife, yet she surrendered her life to the one she loved. This is how ones life should be, fragments of expectations are vile! The dedication in her worship and compassion was enough for her to end her life while merging into an idol of Krishna in Dwarka. Kaun Kehta Hai Bhagvan Khaate Nahi Ber Shabri Ke Jaise Khilate Nahi Shabri was an old lady who Lord Ram; another reincarnation of Lord Vishnu met in the forest of Shabri Dham near Pamasarovar. When she found out lord Rama was hungry she gathered berries from all over the forest. Each berry was rated by her in order to make sure she will not serve a poisonous and bitter berry to Shri Rama. He cautious nature pleased lord Rama and her dedication was loved by him though Lord Rama’s brother Laxman denied Shabari’s affection and considered the berries to be leftovers which has yet another fable to relate with when Laxman got fainted later on. Kaun Kehta Hai Bhagvan Sote Nahi Maa Yashoda Ke Jaise Sulate Nahin! Mother Yashodha was foster mother for Lord Krishna and people vouch for her love towards Krishna. She loved him more than her own son Balram. When a mother love her son there is no comparison. This bhajan is enriched with qualities a person must have in him. This is what spirituality to me. Do whatever you do with utter dedication, compassion, practice truth in life, surrendering is elation of self, de-attachment is sole mantra to live life with enchantment. One cannot get entirely happy or enlightened yet living life with these principals is a life of walking on path of happiness.

The recent incident of snatching the crown of Mrs. Sri Lanka just because she was a divorcee is in news updates and people are commenting their views on the current topic. Here I am sharing a story of a girl who had to deal with stuff due to divorce. Coming back to the topic I am sharing my view as what has happened was wrong, as I have always been taught there is a way to do anything in life. There aren’t many ways, It’s right way or wrong way. The way Mrs. World snatched the crown was horrendous and she is been arrested for the same. Whereas as per the rules of the competition it was also not right on winner’s part to hide her marital status. The title is nothing to do with feminism yet it is for the one who is married; that’s why is is called “Mrs. Sri Lanka”. This event is not just the one where people take out their cringe worthy thinking towards a divorcee lady. It is in the roots of the society that whenever a divorce happened that’s the girl who must be targeted. I watch a short film on “Hotstar” named “Purana Pyaar” in which I found Mrs. Sharma didn’t remove Mrs. From her name as she quoted “life is much easier with the prefix” so I don’t think she is wrong anywhere. My recent read “Excess Baggage” by ”Richa S. Mukherjee” is a must read for people who love “humour” In that the protagonist is twice a divorcee to which she accepted being impulsive in choosing the partner each time yet she didn’t see any wrong in being married as no matter what or how long you date each other; the real self of the better half enfolds once you share a bed and a roof. So things happen where is it not possible to adjust with habits of the other. The novel is a roller coaster of family issues yet the things I am highlighting are at work, being opened mouthed, being quick witted, being not interested in a guy, is because of her failed marriages. I mean what the hell is wrong with the society? Why don’t they live and let live? Why the marital status is really important? That’s true if you are married you might or might not be busy for social gatherings but that doesn’t mean if a woman is divorced she is always ready to leave for parties and night outs. Isn’t it a personal choice? A girl got married to a boy of her choice at an early age and in 2 years of marriage she had just violence, beatings, screams and drama so she decided to divorce that guy, now unlike Mrs. Sharma in”purana Pyaar” she gave herself time of years before she thinks, she is ready to get married again. Now a wonderful point here is as per age of 26 now she wasn’t the one who can choose the life partner. She has a tag! She went on arrange marriage meetings to self aligned meetings: Things she heard was: After two meetings, oops I approached you coz your status was divorcee and I thought you must be in a need of something, my wife is pregnant and I am also searching the same. She felt like puking on rusty thinking, the most she could do ATM was to block him. Then came the guy who wanted to replace her father by not leaving her finger wherever she goes. She was applying jobs, 37 missed calls in 15 minutes. Calling back was getting a long lecture of “what was really important more than taking my call?” A job…. Haha, you have to be a housewife after marriage what’s the deal of changing now? The most could be done is to *block* and not to twerk on the commands of a toxic person anymore! A woman is not allowed to chase her dreams comparatively less when she is divorced! She didn’t listen to anyone and it was a hunt is disguise, a lot of broken expectations, but she found herself more stronger each time as she found it’s everywhere the same, home, work, news, blogs. After a certain moment she stopped listening to anyone as her gut feeling was a guided symbol of right and wrong!

Surfing the internet proliferates your knowledge, indeed I am in total agreement with this fact. Since my school days I am thankful to “google” baba to help me in my school projects. Today something happened to me while surfing, an add popped-up and my entire life drifted to and fro in front of my eyes thinking that doesn’t matter what age I was; I was also a victim of the same, no matter if my hymen wasn’t broken forcefully! What about a membrane of self-confidence being impaired by acts of others. I wasn’t born in the times of self-confident parents. My parents were always took decision by asking others. In this scenario I never opened my mouth to divulge the truth about my sudden deterioration in behaviour. Suddenly the “kooki” Preet became “meeky” Preet. You want to know what I saw on internet? It was an image, yes, simply an image, image of clothes put altogether in an exhibition of rape-victims. Rape victims of all ages, from 3 months girl to 75 years old lady’s Boski white Peshawari suit. I kept mum, I recalled all the incidents in my life when I was eve-teased. I was forced-created a doubt about me being a girl! I suddenly remember my mom asked me to buy DMS milk, in those days when I was just 7 or 8, we used to stand for hours to buy that subsidised milk. My mother realised she has to go to pick my brother from play school, she asked me to buy and come back home. I was happy that she trusted me for my first calculations until the girl going back home dropped the milk that was torn because  someone dragged me from my left arm under the stairs in the scorching summer afternoon. I dropped the milk and ran, as that boy was pulling my skirt down and didn’t let him. I saved myself. Yet I lost a good girl’s tag in front of my mother, she didn't trust me very soon with any other grocery shopping. I was in grade 11th and coming back from tuition as I heard some cooing, hain! I didn’t understand what was it, until my eyes ran from down to up at a man with open zip, dragging it up and down twice and an erected weenie-willie-plonker-the only sign of manhood he had and couldn't prevent himself from exploiting a small school going girl, by summoning her to touch that vile thing. Of course to me at that ager it was vile sign because I didn’t invite him to have sex party. The only thing that day I could think of was to run. Yes, to run and beat P.T. Usha. I couldn’t but I saved myself again. Then I was, in college, that day I was travelling by bus, wearing a suit, full sleeved, high neck, I don’t remember that attire as an invitation to any pervert. I was going to teach a school student to earn few extra pennies, but I wanted pennies, but I forgot that I have to travel through people with penises, which has current to set down in a public transport! I catnapped in a bus until I found something was crawling on recently elevated melons. Yes, due to hereditary my busts were late to appear. I was stunned, I could not shout once more. Just that man ran and de-board the bus at next stop. Since then till date I can never doze-off in any public transport at any time of the day, no matter how much I am tired. Even coming back from work. And these are not it. There are many more events I can recall until one day I broke the silence when I was really wearing a short dress. I was 25, and coming back from a party of a friend. I was approched by a man as musical aeeeee…. Garam laag che…. To which really respond for the first time in my life, to which that man really ran off. Still I don’t say that it should be done. I may be lucky to encountered a pussy who ran off. I read every now and then that such gutsy women are often raped. All this doesn’t make sense to me just like that image I saw today on internet. It is not age, clothes, colour, which allows rapists to rape!

Going back to one’s hometown can often bring up a great deal of memories and quiet reminiscing as we appreciate the home of our past selves. I was hearing the song of cuckoo and carcus of the crow,Sleeping under the tree desperately wanted to grow,Wanting to be eligible for loads of cake makeup on my face as little babies were supposed to become prey,The neighbour aunty is peeling peas in heaps and segregating pods and peels,Where we never used to count the penny in hand rather the count was how many marbles I had,Also when dad wasn’t around I tried to walk on the ramp with high heels,Leaving hometown even the heels and cake became a big deal,As an attraction that steals all possible glimpse from men of all ages,Thud, thud, thud the sound became more audible and panting became distinct.It’s nothing but a reflection at the porch of my hometown’s houseThrough the window I found a child like mine watching shaktiman and power puff girls on a 24 inches TV,Or the books I read had stories of Malgudi daysWhich made my childhood better in many waysShe started screaming at mom to bring her a glass of milk,Screaming increased as mom was five minutes late,But she never gets angry as she is a cube of ice always,I woke up in a blink and a book had fallen which I was reading I guess,Found me in a train with a child of mine,Holding the hand of hers might she be now thinking the sameAsking now from myself,How being lass is missing the hometown land,The wheels screeched and all turned black and white as if I was in 1991 watching myself playing on the streets,In another second my parents came running towards me,It ain’t to scold me for playing hide and seek till lateThey took no pain to ask about me rather held the daughter of mineThen I understood what they say was rightInterest is always a step closer than the principalWhich made my expressions terrible for a whileSoon I realized this is how you evolve and change walking from the hometown to the hometown. Previously published https://www.womensweb.in/2020/05/going-back-to-my-hometown-shivani/

It's been a while since Tara didn't get any time to sit and try to figure out where she is lacking. since the day she got married she is been sundering in between the day of whimsical decor when she got married to Ray- Shortened the name of Raichand to the drowsy relation of newlyweds. The rendition of modernity starts for him with his name itself but no doubt he is an absolutely perfect partner Tara could have but then what’s going wrong? Why she is feeling isolated as if a somnolent air has entered their bedroom. Tara is not very good at hiding what’s going on in her mind. There are two reasons for it: Being an over-thinker and then end up saying her own cooked story mixed with her feelings. Days have passed and she has become the heartiest friend of her father-in-law. She wants to share everything with him as they both share good chemistry the same has happened with her mother in law. After coming back from work they both share their daily routine as well as they share their thinking with all respect towards each other keeping the generation gap in mind. The best thing was none of them wanted to change anyone in this house and that’s really an amazing part. As they say, it was not working amongst the husband and wife. Raichand was a single child and a very private person it takes ages for him to open up. Though he makes time for Tara every now and then when she wants something he is occupied in his me time. She felt that the serenity of their relationship is amazing but this thing was different in them. She is jolly and needs that spice always between them and Ray was a real person he accepts the fact that it is beautiful only in movies. Now what she could do this morning she bolted up in front of him and cried all day at work for fighting for no reason. Marriage is a wonderful thing. You wake up with a brand new problem each morning. It keeps you going. Tara is such a girl, she was remembering the discussion at a kitty party which was actually a get together of an extended family were 5 years back she was asked to get married at the age 0f 23 and she confidently said no to it as she said she is not ready. At the age of 28, she was already dating Ray from 2 years now and though even if he is silent most of the times but she can easily adjust with him as she believes a talkative girl and silent boy makes a perfect pair. Every now and then she gets chance she chose to talk about the same with utter perseverance as she never wanted to hurt his feelings and he is also no less; he knows when to make her crave for his love and tender touch. It was the first Valentines after marriage and it was just 3 months to their marriage so she was again expecting somewhere crispy to be happening but at the same time, she kept in her mind that this guy Ray proposed to her for marriage on a WhatsApp message. Hovering in last year’s memories she judged all the things and efforts of his such as indulged in their pre-wedding shoot to make the best one. That always makes her laugh. One day she came home a little early than usual and her mother-in-law found little time with her alone as she is experienced she didn’t say anything directly instead talked about something to check her changed expression just like her mother could do. When she gave an example that a girl flew to her mother’s place in the neighbour saying that my husband doesn’t give me enough time her expressions shifted a bit but Mrs Bhatia decided to keep mum. Then the next day she never talked between but tries to make them sit together and ask Ray to leave his Netflix aside for a while and indulge them in some talk the best way possible she could do. She tried the same many times from them and it worked a bit and also Tara on her hand always say something when she could which helped Ray accept the change in life due to marriage. No, don’t think they don’t fight anymore in fact they do it every now and then but the art they have learnt behind a successful marriage that this is also a spice in their relation. Ray also cut down watching Netflix to 2 episodes than watching it to never-ending hour in the clock. Initial one year was just happened to be like this until the next Rose Day in their life when she delivered a Rose-coloured daughter to which Ray in the delivery room said I can’t hold her as I might drop her to which Tara looked into his eyes making him feel confident and once he held her he was on cloud 999 Tara supposed thinking with a warm smile on her face "mom was right marriage does need patience!"

hey there! is it you? have you already opened the foggy windows? and removed a layer of pancakes it’s time to go to bed now, embrace yourself Pat yourself wipe your face with wet tissue apply oils and portions which will rejuvenate your inner self Say thanks for all and kindness you dealt with sheer Elegance apologize for the bad done by you as you ain’t a Saint living inside the dark dome nothing shines, nothing could change the fate Either it’s you as a prey or the one who slays not worrying about the visions and interpretations of cruel crowd crashing your spirit you play the violin the song of Manhattan the cafe you adored for its music your fingers are Juvenile tips who knows the language of flowers now they are burnt at the endings revealing deeper wounds while painting hell with the glitter of hope far from grasping reality I sleep on a dream pillow feather touch on my cheek wearing a red dress with firework embroidery these fireworks are just a reflection of me this is how I feel when my reflection is staring back at me.

If I had wings and I could fly I’ll set myself on the expedition to give my thoughts an alibi Black lonesome nights grey lonely days must unwrap from unilluminated and dingy ways I see red bird over my head in the blue skies soar high in green happiness tremendous; instead of running bare feet on brown land raging in revenge, The cold Misty eyes will find solace amidst of conversation with the huge blue sea while sitting on the orange rock with a turquoise book in hand! What is beautiful? Now it is making sense The yellow fire of insecurity jealousy being lousy that burns my skin if I ain’t getting hot anymore The white milk in raindrops giving it a touch of healing I feel I am new with pinkish aura So many colours in life even a lonely person could fill life is a rainbow of joys sorrows moments tries betrayal inspiration and moving on All these seven colours I could find in loneliness.

"I am nothing who dreams of something and will take chances to make it everything. Everyday isn't a battle, few days are to check and assess from top and bottom." I read this on the glass window of a public toilet, I think it's written by someone who is in deep pain. Then I heard some screeching sound, I turned and manoeuvred towards the corner. There stood a small girl. She seemed ambiguous when asked why is she doing this? My mother in heaven taught me this! One day I'll run from new aunty who loves my dad but me.

Favourite colour, Can't choose one, All play their role, In sad and pun, Black, I'm in hiding fears, Grey when I'm in tears, White when I'm easy to mix, Blonde when it's time to remix, Red I'm in a rage, orange when it's time to be like a sage, Yellow when it's the time of autumn, Brown, when I realise how far I'll fly, I have to be intact with the roots at the bottom.