The Everyday Saga

It’s the story of a girl who loved herself.
The love she had for herself may seem as tiny as the circle that I make when I hug myself.
But to her, it was the wilderness of her happiness.
Heartbroken by the act of others she chose to pamper her feelings.
The smell of a new place, the rush of new feelings, the tingling of diplomacy were her assets now.
The day was about to end. Dusk had marked the beginning of the night; captivating the bright sunshine.
It was dark. The glow had left her too.
Anxiety crept in her heart.
She lost the sensation towards the touch of happiness.
People say, “she is a brave girl, doesn’t pay much heed to sadness.”
Who knows that she was so hurt that even the worst seems normal.
The rain brings happiness to some and inconvenience to others.
For her it became just the facade of the monsoon.
Ill at ease, she spent the night, waiting for the sunshine to comeback.
The hands of the clock did their dance and soon she could hear birds chirping and a little light trying to make it way through her window. She became the self loving person all over again, but what happened at night made her perplexed. She gave it a thought and wiggled her mind. Told to herself that an ideal human is the one tranquil at mind. Draped a sheet of serenity around her and looked forward to a happy day again.