She...

She dated a simple,elegant,fun-loving,liberal,broad-minded,honest guy. They both decided to get married. It was her decision.

She had her Mother's face. Her father told her that. She was able to understand.

She started her own mechanical company as she wanted to employ unskilled labour. It was her decision. She got a loan from her father ( she insisted on a loan though her father wanted to gift the money.)

She worked as a consultant for a big conglomerate. She quit the job. It was her decision.

She gave many carnatic concerts. Music was her passion.

She pursued management degree from premier institute in India. It was her decision.

She got her book published by a big publishing company. Writing came naturally to her.

She worked for a biotechnology company. She was one of the founders of the company which wanted to provide low-cost medicines to people.

She graduated. She wanted to be entrepreneur. No one in the family objected to her wishes.

She played basketball representing Tamilnadu. She loved basketball.

She joined IIT madras. That was the best college in the country at that time. Her father's close friend was a big professor at IIT. She was crazy about engineering right from her childhood. She dreamt big.

She read a lot of books. She lived in the book world. She slept only for 6 hours a day.

She loved her father a lot. She loved her mother too. Though her mother was not as intelligent or as loving as her father, she had no choice.

She was loved by her father's and her mother's friends. They considered her as their own daughter. Prominent among them were a big industrialist, a big software guru, etc... It was too long to list her parents friends.

She spoke about her political views in the family. The family respected her choice.

She spoke about the latest crush she had in the school with her parents. They laughed. But they stepped in when they felt that she needed their help.

She was always given the option of doing or not doing a certain thing. She took her own decision. If it was not sensible, the faults were pointed out.

She didn't top the class. She was not forced to memorize. Though math and science came naturally to her.

She was three years old. Her parents were able to spend time for her inspite of their busy schedule.

She was called as amudha. Her name in the school records might be different though.

She had her mother's face. Though she couldn't understand that her father often said that.

She was born (or adopted by) to me and some xxxxxxxxxxxx.

p.s. Strong felt the urge of writing this........ donno y :)