An Ode to the Completeness
Life takes you uptown and downtown. And during these walks up and down, you come across the missing piece in the grand puzzle. Here’s to you, my completeness.
Arggh is her oft-spoken word,
Speaking to an audience her forte,
Impressing others is a default,
Proving others wrong is her habit.
No, She is not your average lady,
She is the lady.
She dresses up in half pants, three quarters and full pants,
She wears boleros and salwars,
She carries them all with grace and a certain beauty,
Afghanistan interests her. So does pottery,
Photography interests her, so does quantitative finance,
Painting interests her, so does the middle east.
No, She is not your average lady.
She is the lady.
She wakes up nights studying,
She loves listening to music in the dead of the night,
She loves cleaning the house even when she is sick.
No, She is not your average lady,
She is the lady.
She proposes ideas for books,
She reviews photographs and blog posts,
Her taste’s rich, Her thoughts vast,
Her dreams big,
Her appreciation for life much.
No, She is not your average lady.
She is the lady.
She cries, she laughs.
She fights, she hugs.
She abuses, She praises.
No, She is not your average lady.
She is the lady.
No she is not of a mild nature.
No she is not very easily understandable.
No it’s not always easy to understand how to make her happy.
No. No. No.
She is not your average lady.
She is the lady.
Programming and writing about it. 