My Body...My Mind...My Choice
To wear the clothes I like even as my spirit roams naked.
My Choice…
To be a size Zero or a size 15
They don't have a size for my spirit and never will.
To use cotton and silk to trap my soul is to believe you can halt the expansion of the universe
Or capture sunlight in the palm of your hand
Your Mind is caged, let it free
My body is not, let it be
My choice…
To marry or not to marry
To have sex before marriage, to have sex outside of marriage
To not have sex
My choice…
To love temporarily or to lust forever
My Choice…
To love a man or a woman or both
Remember ‘You’ are my choice
I am not your privilege
The Bindi on my forehead, the ring on my finger
Adding your surname to mine...they are just ornaments.
They can be replaced.
My love for you can not
So treasure that!
My choice…
to come home when I want.
Don't be upset when I come home at 4 am.
Don't be fooled if I come home at 6 pm
My Choice…
To have your baby or not.
To pick you from 7 billion choices or not
So don't get cocky
My pleasure might be your pain.
My songs your noise
My order your anarchy
Your sins, my virtues
My choices are like my finger prints they make me unique.
I am the tree of the forest; I am the snowflake of the snowfall
You are the snowflake!
Wake up! Get out of the shit storm
I choose to empathize. Or to be indifferent
I choose to be different.
I am the universe...infinite in every direction!
This is my choice!
To wear the clothes I like even as my spirit roams naked.
My Choice…
To be a size Zero or a size 15
They don't have a size for my spirit and never will.
To use cotton and silk to trap my soul is to believe you can halt the expansion of the universe
Or capture sunlight in the palm of your hand
Your Mind is caged, let it free
My body is not, let it be
My choice…
To marry or not to marry
To have sex before marriage, to have sex outside of marriage
To not have sex
My choice…
To love temporarily or to lust forever
My Choice…
To love a man or a woman or both
Remember ‘You’ are my choice
I am not your privilege
The Bindi on my forehead, the ring on my finger
Adding your surname to mine...they are just ornaments.
They can be replaced.
My love for you can not
So treasure that!
My choice…
to come home when I want.
Don't be upset when I come home at 4 am.
Don't be fooled if I come home at 6 pm
My Choice…
To have your baby or not.
To pick you from 7 billion choices or not
So don't get cocky
My pleasure might be your pain.
My songs your noise
My order your anarchy
Your sins, my virtues
My choices are like my finger prints they make me unique.
I am the tree of the forest; I am the snowflake of the snowfall
You are the snowflake!
Wake up! Get out of the shit storm
I choose to empathize. Or to be indifferent
I choose to be different.
I am the universe...infinite in every direction!
This is my choice!
Cast: 98 women including film critic Anupama Chopra, fashion stylist Anaita Shroff Adajania, Bollywood Actress Nimrat kaur , hairstylist Adhuna Akhtar, Actor Deepika Padukone, Singer Sagarika Mukherjee.
Poet: Kersi Khambatta(a man)
Director: Homi Adajania (a man)
This video has nothing to do with killing a man's pride.
All that has been verbalized in this video has been acted upon since times unknown, but one woman's graceful voice, her elegant demeanor, her composed expressions and her welled up eyes in the last shot...create a stir amongst people who have less or no idea what it is to be touched and what it means to go through depression due to hollowness created by another. This is not completely from woman to a man. This is from a woman to the society, which includes men and women, who can never figure out what it takes to be alive, even when there are several things in this world that you can not connect to!
Love and Respect to all the team members of Vogue!
Nirupama
Poet: Kersi Khambatta(a man)
Director: Homi Adajania (a man)
This video has nothing to do with killing a man's pride.
All that has been verbalized in this video has been acted upon since times unknown, but one woman's graceful voice, her elegant demeanor, her composed expressions and her welled up eyes in the last shot...create a stir amongst people who have less or no idea what it is to be touched and what it means to go through depression due to hollowness created by another. This is not completely from woman to a man. This is from a woman to the society, which includes men and women, who can never figure out what it takes to be alive, even when there are several things in this world that you can not connect to!
Love and Respect to all the team members of Vogue!
Nirupama
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