The freedom to choose

Mom:        How much money do you hold in your personal account?

Khyushi:      *quietly smiled*

                 Answered  6650/- rupees, softly..

        ( While at the back of her mind she rebelled against the situation and revolted aloud “why? Did I  ever ask you the same question any day? You’re my mom, but that doesn’t mean you will bother me with my private matters. I am trying to save in order to pay for my higher studies so that I don’t be a pressure on you anymore)

> She is typical. It is difficult to describe her in one single word. This girl is someone like an energizer filled with extreme joy and there is always a smile on her face..she can make your day by doing simple things..and make you dance in the rain, follow the rainbow..she is ever ready to do something out of the box and make you wonder for the next couple of days about it..

She wants to achieve several goals but confused which one to choose first. She does not want anybody to pounce on her independence. She is rebellious, but from inside. When all the thunder comes at one stroke, she stops. And this silence takes a toll on her. The very nature of hers stops her from controlling the entire set of affair.



> Her world is so guarded and fearful. Thence, she absorbs all the rawness of life. She loves to  fall in love, even if she fails to imbibe the reciprocation . She breaks  through the hurdles, unveils the deepest pain and this was all because she was broken. A broken person but still a whole person. She was happy discovering herself being lost. She found herself a new. There is a voice that doesn’t use words, but listens. She make our dormant souls revisit life. She thinks and rethinks. She believes if passiveness leads to inaction then the thought doesn't translates it into what it could achieve.

As a matter of fact, she fought against all odds. In order to improvise and enrich her character she competed regularly against her own self. Her bones ached with joy when she learnt some good lessons, no matter how hard she has been through.  And yet she lived, she lived  life with glory. She wanted to share her thoughts, scatter it. Although most of the times she tore her diaries into pieces, trampled  it , burnt it with grief.  Abiding by the rulebook acclaimed by the Guardians, she has always been an obedient child. She refused to take down matters which were not counterbalanced by her family. She was bored to death to be so good that one day nobody even cared about what she actually wants. Her independence was taken for sake of security. 

She was scared so deep down that she could not grow up to reach the zenith she once dreamt off. She is all silent now. She is afraid to love, feels sorry after she speaks, she is all shattered. Now, she isolated herself, she can well understand that people around her calls her by  nick name in her ‘absence’. Her soliloquy kills her every now and then. She is afraid to share her expressions. Eventually, she stops all her exquisite way of delivery- her scribbling down the emotions into a piece of literature, her creations which were made up of the jiggery of her mind, the way she described the hue of nature by her moves ,her only love ,her dance. These pressure, the circumstances, the filthy awkwardness and negativities of life took a toll on her. She is no more the cheer of all hearts, the smile of all her friends, the throb of all roadside Romios. 

Time and age forced her to drop down and face the so-call REALITY. Now, Beauty is just a piece of her memory. But the amazing part is that she doesn’t care about anybody and still keeps burning even the dimmest of all hope within because she does not need to make  image but to find the reason to live again and again. 

Erm. Time is like a circle which is endlessly described. The declining arc is the past. The inclining arc is the future}