A tribute to her!

She's an artist. A free spirit as she loved to call herself. In her early thirties, she loved herself more than anyone else in the world. A self proclaimed narcissist. And why she shouldn't be. She was beautiful in every sense of it. Sexy as every man called her.

She travelled for the love of her art. Or as she liked to call it, she 'wandered' for her art. No. It wasn't an aimless wandering. She knew what she wanted of her life. She fell in and out of love. Well. Blame the men for making her feel that they weren't worthy!


But somewhere the longing remained. She wanted her man to be with her when she wanted him the most. When she wanted a shoulder to cry on, when she wanted him to just listen to her, when she wanted to hug him. Sometimes she wondered if this lack of love is because she is a nomad.


"What the heck!" she thought. "Its my life!" And a satisfied smile spread across her face.