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In our lives, we are constantly inspired by the people we come across, we admire them, learn from them. But, our will to remain motivated is what matters the most.
Inspiration is an ever-going process for an energetic person. It is not restricted to any period. You get inspired several times throughout your life journey and you too become a source of inspiration for others, as well.
There are eminent women who are protagonists in their endeavours to get inspired by. But for me, I get enlightened by many women who were actually around me, as I can feel affiliated with them. A person can be the same but inspiration differs. Your disposition makes you feel inspired.
The intellectual girl, who was the clincher in my batch, in my school days has stimulated me to focus and be disciplined in my studies. She had mastery in all the subjects and answers to all queries were at her fingertips. My inner will and vitality have inspired me to be a scholar like her.
The beautiful and gorgeous girl in my college hostel has shown me that studies are not the only priority. A woman’s strength is in her elegance as well. The way, she carried herself has revamped me from a tomboy to a girlish identity. Inspired by her, I earned the perfect package of beauty with brains.
Professional life exposed many challenges to me but the one right in front of me was my guide, project manager. At such an early age, being a single mother, she was so victorious. She was a magnificent leader who knew how to got the best out of employees, a humble person, a one-woman show. My ambition pulled me and inspired me to become like her.
A mother of three children, living in the outskirts of the city, with almost no amenities, managed her family to the best. She gave her whole life to her children and made them the finest personalities. She loved her responsibility, then and now.
Age is just a number because she, at the age of 60, can do what people at 16 probably can’t do. She has great skills to do what she dreams. She is my biggest inspiration to become an optimistic mom. She is none other than my” Mom.” My motherly feeling inspires me to be a great mom like her.
I get inspiration from my friend who gets her curvy figure back in months after delivery. My love for myself inspires me to get back, what I have relinquished.
I am inspired by a woman who strives to be an entrepreneur as a way to forge an identity after being a mom. I admire her direction to achieve the same.
I look up to senior women who live their life flawlessly leaving all burdens behind, going for a world tour with sexy friends. I wish to subsist in the same life in my old age.
I am in awe of my maid who is always cheerful even after gets beaten by a drunk husband. She inspires me to be a fighter and believe in God.
I have come across many women in my life who have energized me, in one way or another. I think we inspire each other. Someone gets inspiration from me, and I get inspired by others. But the biggest factor of inspiration is our own soul. My inner self always inspires me to do my best.
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Sagarika Sahoo has done MBA and M.Com and pursued her career as a lecturer. She had short term experience in IT companies as a finance professional as well. She is now a full-time read more...
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As he stood in front of his door, Nishant prayed that his wife would be in a better mood. The baby thing was tearing them apart. When was the last time he had seen his wife smile?
Veena got into the lift. It was a festival day, and the space was crammed with little children dressed in bright yellow clothes, wearing fancy peacock feather crowns, and carrying flutes. Janmashtami gave her the jitters. She kept her face down, refusing to socialize with anyone.
They had moved to this new apartment three months ago. The whole point of shifting had been to get away from the ruthless questioning by ‘well-wishers’.
“You have been married for ten years! Why no child yet?”
I huffed, puffed and panted up the hill, taking many rest breaks along the way. My calf muscles pained, my heart protested, and my breathing became heavy at one stage.
“Let’s turn back,” my husband remarked. We stood at the foot of Shravanbelagola – one of the most revered Jain pilgrimage centres. “We will not climb the hill,” he continued.
My husband and I were vacationing in Karnataka. It was the month of May, and even at the early hour of 8 am in the morning, the sun scorched our backs. After visiting Bangalore and Mysore, we had made a planned stop at this holy site in the Southern part of the state en route to Hosur. Even while planning our vacation, my husband was very excited at the prospect of visiting this place and the 18 m high statue of Lord Gometeshwara, considered one of the world’s tallest free-standing monolithic statues.
What we hadn’t bargained for was there would be 1001 granite steps that needed to be climbed to have a close-up view of this colossal magic three thousand feet above sea level on a hilltop. It would be an understatement to term it as an arduous climb.
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