Gitika

I tried to find Gitika in the girl in her story where a young girl is talking to an old women doctor trying to drink in some aspects of life through broken tea cups. But that girl couldn't be Gitika, Gitika is not that much of a maverick that the girl in that story seems to be. Discretion is the better part of valour, at least in the Gitika I know.

Inside the Gitika I know is a girl who wants to follow the naive idealisms but outside that girl is a woman who controls that energy. She stores it like a dam stores water and am sure like how the water from the dam produces electricity, one day this channelised energy will achieve something great.

I tried to find Gitika in her experiences of being a counsellor that she shares. I found a girl who is almost scared of being the victim's victim and then I seemed to find a woman who ends up raising her child with a quality that is found when the circle of love intersects the circle of discipline.

Gitika has an eye for beauty, she finds beauty in people, in words, in expressions, in what people do, in what goes unnoticed to most eyes and then she can remain happy for long hours courtesy this beauty. I think its one of the most beautiful reasons to be happy and also the most beautiful reason of being Gitika.

If I was a painter and I wanted to make a painting and call it Gitika it would be something like this:
It would be picture of a man lying on the beach on his back looking at the sky which is completely lit with stars, the moon is full and shining brightly. the skyscrapers are fully lit and the lights on the streets are glowing. and all this is being reflected in the sea and the waves are washing light to the shore.