She had grown silent lately, she was never seen active in facebook( oh she was such an addict of that stupid thing)
He always wondered what she was upto, what was going on through her mind, what was going on in her life. was she happy?
how he wished he could hear her stupid banter. Once she started she never seemed to stop. How he missed her making a complete fool of herself.
She had always been like that, shut tight into a small bud. He still remembered the initial days where she hardly spoke anything else apart from how much she had to speak.
Always distant, measured in her manners and words. It was way too funny in which she hid herself in a tight glass jar.Always on the guard never letting it down even for a moment. But slowly she started booming, beautiful and colourful.
But now the flowers had withered away in the harsh winter.He hoped that the winter had ended for her. He always hid far away and looked on hoping to find another sun shining somewhere around her.
She didn't blame the weather, she was pretty much accustomed to this routine.She had little choice and control on the things around.
She also was now tiered of day-dreaming, it always came back to haunt her in this harsh winter.She always knew that spring was nothing but a short distant dream'
The flowers bloomed, rosy and colourful yet one day everything came back to this day of the winter- barren, lonely and harsh.
People often talked about distant land where there was no winter, just a slight chill in the air. a place where it was actually too hot that you would miss snowy winters (what an idiots to even think about missing this harsh dread).
She knew it was possible that such a land existed but she didn't have hopes to go there, she didn't wish for anything.she didn't want to burn herself out in the fire of hope.
Yet daily she striked a match to light that stupid hope and hope always seemed too damp to catch fire.
He always wondered what she was upto, what was going on through her mind, what was going on in her life. was she happy?
how he wished he could hear her stupid banter. Once she started she never seemed to stop. How he missed her making a complete fool of herself.
She had always been like that, shut tight into a small bud. He still remembered the initial days where she hardly spoke anything else apart from how much she had to speak.
Always distant, measured in her manners and words. It was way too funny in which she hid herself in a tight glass jar.Always on the guard never letting it down even for a moment. But slowly she started booming, beautiful and colourful.
But now the flowers had withered away in the harsh winter.He hoped that the winter had ended for her. He always hid far away and looked on hoping to find another sun shining somewhere around her.
She didn't blame the weather, she was pretty much accustomed to this routine.She had little choice and control on the things around.
She also was now tiered of day-dreaming, it always came back to haunt her in this harsh winter.She always knew that spring was nothing but a short distant dream'
The flowers bloomed, rosy and colourful yet one day everything came back to this day of the winter- barren, lonely and harsh.
People often talked about distant land where there was no winter, just a slight chill in the air. a place where it was actually too hot that you would miss snowy winters (what an idiots to even think about missing this harsh dread).
She knew it was possible that such a land existed but she didn't have hopes to go there, she didn't wish for anything.she didn't want to burn herself out in the fire of hope.
Yet daily she striked a match to light that stupid hope and hope always seemed too damp to catch fire.
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