Our Heroine

I shall try and keep this updated. Wish me luck.
Without further ado, i present to you:
Our heroine.


Our heroine begins with a silver spoon in her mouth and a twinkle in her eye. Endearing little brat who knows what she wants and if you won't bow to reason you'll find your favorite possession in her hoard of toys, all decorated and loved more than you could ever have loved it yourself. Her bouncing locks reflect her exuberance as she sways – no waddles! – about dancing sooner than she walks.
Her baby kolams are to the viewer random splotches of rice powder strewn in the sand in front of her ‘altar,’ indeed she has one before she has her first front tooth. This little rowdy duckling rules her fellow companions, her mazhalai pattalam, wrapping them around her little fingers, convincing them of her reality. Her reality? This rambunctious one is lost in the reality of a crush. It starts as a crush, just as soon as she can call "amma." It will one day be so much more than a crush, though, of that we are assured.


stay tuned.