The nesh grass gradually touched her delicate bare feet. The cold breeze that had longed, was playing wild with her hair. The black clouds hovering above her had settled down and had paved the way for the sun to shine bright. The negative spiral that had her drowning deep into it, was now no more into place. She realized that peace is beautiful; that everybody is born beautiful, perfect and without faults. The grin on her face widened and the undeterred confidence added to the beauty. The girl who was brought to bay lately was now a free bird flying in the endless sky. There had been a phase in her life when her own reflection crippled through her nerves. Her scruple soul was clear on her intent and on the purpose of her existence. She had strangely imploded, declined from indecisiveness through confusion tom utter impotence; had breathed the bracing air of tolerance but today she stands as a servitor to those who are strong, but camouflaged by their weakness. The battle with he
Consciously read the words I write, for these are the words I fail to say.