Her Story

Hear ye, hear ye, everyone!
The tale of a fine woman.
She’s way more than what she appears,
One of the best amongst her peers.

She’s power, she’s desire.
When sparked, a raging fire,
With the might to purify you,
Or just as swiftly destroy you.

Brainy and smart as a whip,
Always ready with a quip.
Her mind makes connections,
In all ten dimensions.

She’s kind, gracious, zesty,
Sometimes a bit testy.
Her home is always open,
For a chat, party, or fun.

Charm, courage, curiosity,
Tolerance, tact, tenacity,
She’s blessed with these, and a lot more.
Challenge her, but think twice before.

And if you‘re a friend, family, or lover,
She’s even more wonderful, you’ll discover.
Protective, giving, gentle, warm,
For you, she’ll weather any storm.

She’s driven, self-made, works hard.
Mostly listens to her heart.
Has big plans and bigger dreams,
The world’s her oyster, it seems.

But it’s been a tough road.
No silver spoon bestowed.
Many battles she has fought,
Learnt harsh lessons that life taught.

Her heart still remembers,
Those smouldering embers,
Grief that remains buried,
Its pain, through life, carried.

So she indeed has her walls,
Dimly lit memory halls.
The walls, though, are easy to melt,
Just bring something warm, sweet, heartfelt.

But, she’s not one to show frailty,
Never wants anyone’s pity.
So she fights on with a brave face,
And lives life with a certain grace.

Yet there are times, even if rare,
When she also needs tender care.
She’ll hum when overwhelmed,
Just wanting to be held.

Behind that big bold persona, you see,
Is a wide-eyed girl wishing to be free.
Observe her closely for a minute,
And you’ll also see that girl’s spirit –

In the crescent lips with gleeful smile,
In the rare tears or the twinkles wild,
In the gestures of her hands,
Or the haste of her demands.

Her needs are very modest,
Just something calm and honest,
A place called home, some affection.
Throw in some respect and passion.

But she deserves so much more,
With a whole world to explore,
The best of everything in life,
Without any hardships or strife.

But words are all I can offer.
Small, yet my own way to honour,
This cute, adorable child,
May she forevermore smile!

– Ehsaas


A longer poem after quite sometime. Hope you have someone like this woman in your life too! Or maybe you are that woman! Dedicated to all such wonderful women who make our lives richer, more beautiful, and full of love!


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The Most Important Thing To Know

Recently, one thought has been popping up in my mind repeatedly. And it happens at all sorts of time – when driving, when walking, even when talking.

Not that I’m complaining though. In my somewhat routine life, I tend to forget a very important thing, maybe, even the most important thing. But I’m glad that these days, the thought has been staying fresh in my memory through repetition.

And that thought is:

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Living Without Masks

Consider this: You are chatting in a group, and discussion veers towards a certain person X. Specifically, towards his attitude towards money.

The group thinks that X is a miser, stingy with his money. He doesn’t buy things that he should, and that he can easily afford. But, in your heart, you think that X’s behavior is more cautionary than stingy, that he is careful with his money, which is a totally fine thing to do. And let’s assume that you think so because you have a similar attitude towards money as X; you would do the same in his place.

At this point, suppose the group asks for your opinion on the topic of X and his money; what you would do if you were in his place. What do you say now?

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When Sides Are Already Taken…

Came across this article the other day in the newspaper. Have to say, the author, Amulya Gopalakrishnan, has made a very acute observation into human behaviour here. And she’s done a great job putting those thoughts into words.

The gist of the post, which I strongly encourage you to check out in detail, is that there’s only so much that we can do to convince people who already have quite strong convictions about the things that they believe in. They may be wrong, and you can provide all the facts and proofs in the world, but it’s unlikely that any of that will have any significant impact in changing those people’s thoughts.

Instead, the author suggests a different approach:

We all protect our identities; to detach a belief from a person, one needs to sever the link between the attitude and the holder’s self-image. We need to tell the story differently. Point-scoring does the opposite, it makes people descend further into their trenches.

Do check out the complete article here.

Belief, In The Face Of Experience

Recently, something happened, and it brought to mind (again!) an old conflict that I’ve never fully been able to resolve. So, I thought I’d talk about it here, in case someone comes across it, and can provide some additional insights into it.

I think we all have some beliefs about life – how things are, how they should be, how one should react to and approach life, etc. And the thought that I’m struggling with is this: What happens when your beliefs conflict with what you observe around yourself? Do you change your beliefs and approach to life? More importantly, should you?

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Real Integrity

Real integrity is doing the right thing, knowing that nobody’s ever going to know whether you did it or not.

– Oprah Winfrey

I couldn’t agree more with the above definition of “integrity” by Oprah.

Integrity is not just about doing the right thing – it’s about doing the right thing for the right reason. One might be tempted to do the right thing for fear of what people might say if they knew she didn’t do something, or she might do it expecting some sort of reward or appreciation. But to do what one truly believes in, irrespective of what others may think or do, even when doing the said thing can cost one dearly, that takes true integrity. And courage.

Little White Lies

A friend asks for your opinion on his new hairstyle, or blog, which you don’t like. But you tell him, it’s nice. He asks if you’d go watch a movie with him this weekend, but you’d rather just lie around the house. You tell him, you have relatives coming over.

Why do we tell these little white lies? Probably, the most popular answer would be to spare someone’s feelings. After all, a white lie isn’t doing any harm to anyone, and if it helps avoid hurting someone, then why not? You’ve probably done this, and probably, will again in the future.

I’m no saint; I have done this too. Not that I’m proud of it. But, I have been trying to avoid this as much as possible. And it’s not without reason.

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