Clouds of fear shadowing darkness had become a part of her life. She wanted to love. She wished to be loved. But somewhere at heart she feared love. She used to ask herself, why was it like that. Every time the answer she used to get was that she cannot be loved by anyone.
In the sediments of memories lied the story of the sorrow, the strain of heart break, the tale of tattered dreams. Once she was in love. The first love as they say marked with the heart pounding hard in those sleep bereft nights. With every passing moment she weaved a new dream. She painted a new ideal world of love and boundless trust. She thought for a smooth sailing henceforth. Hand in hand she longed to walk laying down her head on the shoulder of her love. The goodness of the world she imagined, believed on her emotions. Her sacred and pure heart had never seen the darker side.
Her blind love revealed its secrets to her. The love on which she had bestowed her life lost its charm. Suddenly, things had become least magical and they seemed bleak. With every passing moment she buried one of her beloved dreams. She rowed her life out from the vast ocean of tears. It cost her nothing but drained away her freshness, her tenderness and softness. Severity and suspicion captured her soul.
She kept lamenting but never left smiling. For her the world is full of ordeals. She still thinks of her past as a beautiful folk-tale drawing out lessons from it. And there she waits for a day when the feeling of distrust clinging her mind would lead her free. She waits for the happiness to enlighten her world always wearing a smile on her face.