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I am with your heart, pregnant with love and care. I will save it and keep it close to me.
I am your daughter, I will marry a man to your expectation and live happy with the many kids I know you want for me.
I am your crush, I will ensure that I hold your gaze and never reject the looks.

I am your friend, I will be loyal, honest and always a source of support.
I am your employee, I will always work hard and strive to give you my full 100 percent.
I am your grand daughter, I will respect and honor our traditions and our elders.
I am your cousin, I will keep your secrets close to me, and watch your back.
I am your sister, I promise not to steal your charger, your phone and your computer. And your tv shows.
I am your care taker, I promise to give you your vaccinations and your baths on time.

I am your customer, I promise to pay the bills and not abuse your staff.

Yet I am my own woman, with my own desires & dreams.
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Sowmya Chakravarthy said…
Though all of us wish to make everyone around us happy, we realize with time that it is an impossibility.

I, for one want to discover who I am, be myself and trust that eventually I will be accepted by all :)
March 02, 2010 10:48 am
Pramod Shankar said…
Brilliant. Reminds me of something that was apparently found on actor Ali McGraw's wall:

I do my thing, and you do your thing.
I'm not in this world to live up to your expectations
and you're not in this world to live up to mine.
I am I
and you are you.
And, if by chance, we find each other, it's beautiful;
if not, it can't be helped".

Great stuff! Congrats!
March 02, 2010 7:12 pm
Siddhesh Kabe said…
aaila....nice one...
March 02, 2010 9:43 pm
Hitesh Rawat said…
I, just a letter.....though strongly used.....
loved the words.....
March 03, 2010 9:05 pm
aceStreamin said…
thanks...reminded me of my masterly duties :)
March 03, 2010 9:13 pm
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