Being Marica

A Women in a world where only the Heart mattered – a recollection by a women, who knew a women, who chose to never stop believing in people and in the essence of the Human Spirit Every year Siobhan watched the seasons flow from one into the next. An unmarried thirty something urbanite, she was deeply removed from what the world regarded as “normal”. She walked slowly in her fast paced world and while her thoughts raced faster than many others. By public vocation, she was an attractive women with olive skin that felt soft to the touch and a shape that naturally seduced. Her full lips were beautifully closed as when she spoke, she whipped with smart cheeky retorts. Short of no male attention, she resorted daily to her peaceful and neatly placed home finding rest in her crisp white Egyptian cotton sheets. She would have preferred her king size bed to be shared with an absolute equal and endearing partner who kept her in his arms…forever.  Her fancies deemed simple, were

I've hit the ground speeding, leaving cool flames for footprints, as any entrepreneur with an expansion plan would! Between engagement demands, business processes, meaningful seconds of calm, great eye cream and life sometimes sorely happening to me, resides an apparent "chaotic magic". A driving force that consumes, and as someone recently labelled - "a driven, brilliant & beautiful beast unlike any other met". I'm still processing it. The last few weeks with strategic partners has been exhilarating in that, even in apparent moments of sweating blood, there's seemingly no real hunger to going back to well paid, executive roles - unless ofcourse it's Ashish or Elon who have me on speed dial and payroll. This is the unspoken given, and just yesterday roared out loud between us stakeholders and associated entrepreneurs alike. The cause and our belief is far greater than any temporary challenge. But back to business. A meeting with a retail