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Every morning, sometimes dawn begin by HER wake up call, disturbing sleep, dreams but that voice, never hurt those eardrums. Realise, that not just our day but the life which we pretend to be ours is a gift of HER to us. Smiling at us in our cry even her pain of the most special day. First person to feed when we are unaware of the relativities of life, through that cord. First who showed the right way to care even with the wrong one, love with a passion to even those haters, love even on the other side of the break, the dare to share everything equally among everyone, the one who shed pain of our through HER eyes.
As we come up the HER is added with ‘s’, we had many of them with variety in relations. Each relation was important and taught us something beyond what we learned through flipping those pages. The scream on every single cut-hit, scare or hurt was of  SHE  never of HE. We always complained that we never understood HER but it is things, situations, talks, powers are never understood, magic is always appreciated and accepted never questioned the way it comes. 
SHE is a glimpse in that dark cloud, the wave the flow in water, the light of the day and brightness of the night, a flower to be watched, looked and snapped but never to be plucked, a beauty which lies in the beholder. This is for every single SHE & HER, those who have taught me, by playing the different roles in my life, which was beyond that imagination, prettier than any dreamland. Thank you for being a part of my life. Happy Women's Day.  

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