A smart intelligent face, curly locks that lick its contours, dangling earrings that kiss the neck, a pair of jeans that hugs a sweet derriere, an embellished kurti that caresses curves and a deep husky voice that soothes your nerves!! The girl with the warmth and effervescence that will lift even a sinking man's spirits, the girl who wishes to embrace life in her wide, sweeping, clumsy arms, the girl whose smile will put an end to all your miseries and the girl who will make you smile indulgently!
From a forever shrieking voice and an air of diffidence, it is time to welcome the first genuinely happy person on the DMG team. Not to take away from Atul's light hearted persona, which is just his defence against the travesty that has been his life, here's Muskaan, sunshine in your palm, the cool breeze in your air, the music in your heart and the spring in your step. She loves life and she loves all that life has to offer, including herself in the healthiest possible manner. Welcome the anti thesis to Ridhima, welcome Muskaan. This is an ode to you and the freshness you bring to our lives!
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion size
But when I start to tell them
They think I'm telling lies.
I say
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips
The stride of my steps
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please
And to a man
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees
Then they swarm around me
A hive of honey bees.
I say
It's the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth
The swing of my waist
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say
It's in the arch of my back
The sun of my smile
The ride of my breasts
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say
It's in the click of my heels
The bend of my hair
The palm of my hand
The need for my care.
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.
- Maya Angelou
- Chicken Soup for the Soul
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