It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of incredibility, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness , it was the winter of despair.
When she realised she wasn’t a victim of fate , she kept telling herself : she was running her own risks, pushing beyond her own limits, experiencing things which one day , in the tedium of old age she would remember almost with nostalgia – however absurd that might seem .
When she felt so broken that she can’t see herself becoming a whole again . Have you ever felt that ? Like one moment it was all perfect, the perfect love story , the perfect friends, the perfect family but slowly they all seem to drift away .
Weren’t these things that were supposed to stay forever? Then what went wrong ? Are certain things lost forever ? With the loud silence in her mind she kept on moving !!