Laying down in the meadow with the grass as tall as my knee lost in my thoughts the purple rush and the sweet fragrance The sunlight filtering slowly filling me with warmth in the beautiful meadow where my thoughts take shape where words fail Only the flight of my mind In the meadow I lose myself and find a new me protected from the passing time passing my time I lay hidden from my life to live my life Before I got up took one last whiff of spring Ready to go ahead Determined
A mother of two, Preeti Bhandari is a colloquial writer. She believes in simple living which reflects in her writings. As the Editor of Narisakti, she intends to use her vast experience to propel this platform to a cult status among entrepreneurial networks. When not writing she is quilling, both with paper and thoughts.