She likes to read and she likes to paint, being very young, she does all the things in the world which you would think are very boring or unrealistic (especially if you have ever lived in a city which is very busy like New York City). She could stare at a boy’s photo, who would have made her smile, for thousands of seconds and think of him for days and nights while going to sleep, while having dinner; she would just imagine about him and re-build all the talks they have had. she wouldn’t hesitate to talk about him to her parents even if they did not like that boy. She had been told that he was not trustworthy; she had been told to stay away from him, but neither did she listen to them, nor did she follow. She had faith that no one could destroy; no one but him.
Her blue eyes, long brown hair and those attractive lips, complete with her personality and her nature, make her the perfect girl; however, she still feels she is not perfect. She feels she is left out. She has her dreams, many dreams, she wants to follow. Sometimes she feels blocked; sometimes it’s the dreams that just don’t seem to be happening anytime. “Why can’t I?” Speaks a voice inside her; it inspires her. Feeling rejuvenated, she feels nothing is impossible. Setting her target, she marches her way forward. Forward to her dream to make it happen. Nothing can stop her.
Now after many years have passed, she knows she doesn’t have much time left. She just sits back with her lover on the couch in a home very far from the town; she watches her grandchildren repeat the same mistakes. Thinking about the life she had been through, the good times and the bad times. She becomes very emotional at that moment; she starts to remember things from the past but she does not cry, nope not a tear. In fact, she just gives a very tender smile to her husband and gets one in return and finally closes her eyes.
-Sharvil.
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