Uncut

She is held in the prison of life. Life, a pleasant journey which has been tailor made for her, as a prison, a special coop for her to pull, push, untangle, extricate, unscramble, straighten up for herself.

“Wish I can give a pinch of the bitter pill. Let you too get a taste of it. It’s after all, cause of you I am serving here” she thought aloud.

As the hot air choking her, unable to breathe anymore, she is trying to push her way out to get some fresh air. Fresh mind. Fresh life.

Ray of hope

Wishing things shape up the right way, she is full of hopes in her life.
Isn’t it all about life, not to lose hope and being optimistic? Here she is, being optimistic and hoping for the best.
Reflecting her emotions through them; pain, laughter, tears. Fire within her to prove herself to souls, who didn’t see her living the future, she is searching for the ray of shine.