The Private Box: Chronicles of Women

She can ride a one-wheeled cycle while reading thorny literature. She can draw herself a bath while shoveling coarse gravel. She beams when she is gloomy, and cries whilst there is joy in her midst. Now and again she will frit over a pretty lass, and every so often frat over a handsome lad. The lady is immensely intuitive and overflowing with goodwill; entitled to bring all who surround her to a halt with an effortless glare. Do not be ambiguous, for she is always on guard. If you abuse her trust, she will crumble your heart into portions, like a sea voyager to a shark. Woman is a fickle, beautiful, and multifaceted creature, scavenging through little boxes and hiding in her protective shell. “Journey with me to unlock the suppressed untold chronicles In provocative prose verse and sometimes lyrical articles Clear your mind of old myths and vintage quarries This could very well put to rest your unanswered stories”