God's second sculpture...

After creating man, god was busy working on his another sculpture.

An angel appeared to him and asked,

Dear god,

You’ve made man two days ago and you are continuously working on a new sculpture since past two days.

God replied, this is very special to me and very close to my heart.

SPECIAL? Angle asked her with raised eyebrows.

Yes my child. God replied, have u seen my data sheet on her?

Angel took it and started reading.

She can be cracked but can’t be broke, have a lap kind enough to space 4 children, a kiss that can cure a wounded knee to a broken heart and she will do everything with two hands only.

Angel was wordless seeing the requirements.

Only two hands? What else she can do? Angel needled him with his sarcastic gesture.

She heal herself when she is sick and can work 18 hrs a day, she is soft but I’ve also made her tough, not only she will be able to think but she will also be able to negotiate.

God touched his sculpture’s cheek and said,

See, this is not a leak, it’s a tear, tear to express joy, sorrow, pain, disappointment, love, loneliness, grief and pride.

Angel was impressed “you are a genius god” she is truly amazing.

Yes she is! She smiles when she wants to scream, sings when she wants to cry, cry when she is happy, and laughs when she is nervous. She fights for what she believes in and stand up to injustice, she don’t accept no when there can be a solution. She goes to doctor with a frightened friend, loves unconditionally like rain, cry when her wards excel and cheer when her friend get awards, she feels joyous hearing about a birth or wedding, cry on a friend’s demise and grieve at the loss of a family member. Yet she is strong when she feels there is no strength left, she knows that a kiss heals all, she brings joy, hope, and love to her family and friends, she have vital things to say and everything to give. The heart of a woman is what makes this world keep turning and rolling.

And one more thing my dear child,

I made woman just after man just because they are partial without each other.

God replied, finishing his sculpture’s face and giving Midas touch to it.

dedicated to one ..

who knows exactly how I was made, bit by bit.

How I was sculpted from nothing into something.

Like an open book, she watched me grow from conception to birth;

all the stages of my life were spread out before her,