For the woman who knows there’s a young girl hiding inside her. The one that comes out to twirl everytime she wears a new dress. The one who knows the joy of putting an arm around her best friend’s shoulders laughing and singing and swaying to old melodies together. The one who cries on those same shoulders as often as she wants and without shame.
For the girl who longed to be a woman and for the woman who now pines for the girl she once was.
This short story by Krishna Baldev Vaid is made of stuff that makes you laugh and weep at the same time.
