Because the body never lies.

Because the body never lies. 
And neither does the soul that moves through it.

She had always carried her truth in silence, her smile too often crafted for the world, her words tuned to what others expected. But her hips, betrayed nothing—they moved with the honesty of her soul. Every sway was a language, every step a revelation.

When she danced, it wasn’t for applause. It was her spirit reminding her she was alive, untamed, unbroken. Her hips sang of the fire within her, the feminine energy that pulsed like the heartbeat of the earth. She remembered Shakira’s defiance—My hips don’t lie—and knew that her body would never let her forget who she truly was.

In the quiet of the night, lying beneath a ceiling of stars, she felt the deeper truth. A woman’s soul lives in her womb. It is not bound by biology, by whether she can carry life into the world or not. Even if society branded her barren, even if fate wrote her destiny otherwise, her womb still held the eternal dream of creation.

In 2017, when I was in love with a man from Singapore and longed to bear his child, society did not see the purity of my desire. Instead, they bullied and mocked me, twisting my truth into something ugly, accusing me of wanting a child for wealth. As if love could ever be measured in material terms.

They even went so far as to impose their cruel conditions—telling me I must work 23 hours a day, and only then would I be “worthy” of motherhood. That humiliation, that heartless mockery, has followed me like a shadow even today.

Because the body never lies. And neither does the soul that moves through it.

Iam Rani Mehra from the Movie Queen !

Don’t measure me by my salary. Yes, I might be earning 35% less than a mother of a 17-year-old. But unlike her, I don’t carry the expenses of a daughter’s education or marriage. My savings, in fact, are 35% higher than hers.

So don’t confuse income with worth, or assume that what I desire is beyond my means. My choices, my savings, and my life stand on their own foundation. 

A Ganesh Chaturthi Ride  !

But the truth remains mine: my longing was never about wealth, never about bargaining—it was about love and soul.

She whispered to herself: My soul is the father of my unborn child. That child may never have a name, may never breathe air, may remain forever in the sacred realm of possibility—but its existence was real in her body’s knowing. Every curve of her hip, every ache of her longing, carried the memory of that invisible bond.

Her soul did not need to bear children to be complete. It was already mother and father, creation and destruction, music and silence.

Iam happy to die without bearing a child and showering my love to Orphans !

And that Orphan is already in my womb and iam already a Mother !

Because the body never lies.

Hips embody the very essence of feminine energy and vigor. They carry the rhythm of instinct, the pulse of life itself. Through her anthem “My Hips Don’t Lie,” Shakira urges us to honour our natural instincts, even when doing so means breaking away from the boundaries society impose.

This song appears to convey a defiant attitude towards societal perceptions and expectations regarding the desire to have children.