She………………..?
She
always looked lovely while expressing her feelings of happiness and sadness, by
attiring and uttering simple and appropriate words while telling her experiences
of relationship between love and hatred,
by putting in her emotions while depicting unsuccessful story of her affinity
towards the person she perhaps loved. Sometimes her classic beauty reflected in
her smile,tears welled up in her eyes and above all her enthusiasm to move foreword
even after bearing ups and down and failures in achieving her aspiration.
Sometimes she looked enjoying the life happily and sometimes she looked fed up
with frustration in the journey of love and life. Sometimes she looked loving
her surroundings very much on the other hand sometimes she looked blaming her surrounding
for making her life hell. Sometimes her charm, beauty, love for life looked
blossoming even after going through adverse circumstances. Sometimes she looked
completely incomplete , unsatisfied and perhaps this is the source which keep giving her new energy. Courage. Sometimes
she looked as if asking for a big hug, big console. On the other hand sometimes
she looked motivating as if invigorating new life to lifeless. Sometimes she
looked even accusing herself for her cynical behavior. Sometimes she looked an
open book for others on the other hand sometimes she looked a bizarre mystery.
Sometimes she looked as if she had a special place of someone in her life
Sometimes she looked just playing with the words of love and hate.
In
fact unending restlessness was conspicuous in her words and in her conversation
and when this very restlessness inside her attracted, pulled someone close to
her surprisingly he found no-one there. She was in fact merely imagination of a
poet in one of the poetries/Ghazals written on a page of his diary.
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