They ask me a question every day, They ask me 'Oh darling! How much do you weigh?' And I answer this question every day, I wish to tell them, 'I am not made up of flesh and bones, I do not weigh on scales and stones. I weigh the love letters never sent, I weigh my heart I gave on rent, I weigh all my insecurities, I weigh Ganga's purities. I weigh the prayers of my mother. I weigh the hard work of my father. I weigh the thirty-two-inch smile I carry and flaunt every day, I weigh the fears which haunt me every day, I weigh all the love I have for him, And I am certain that weighs more than the stories I dream, I weigh the fairytales I've read, And I weigh the kindness I've fed. I weigh my hope, And I weigh my dreams. I weigh my faith, And I weigh my screams. So I weigh the lightest I could ever be, And the heaviest you could ever imagine being.' But then in the end, I murmur the words '47 kilograms', A lean and skinny girl is what I am.