She, her story!

She was a meek soul. Her dare list ended even before it began. She wanted no intruders in her life, she was too scared to handle any one else. But life had it's designs, it made her go through a lot many experiences which made her what they call her today, a bold woman.

So she was bold, she accepted that but the world seemed to not understand . They almost forgot that she too had dried her tears in her pillow around hopeless hours of nights when she was left to herself. She too knew what pain it took to let go, that behind her smiling face was once a weeping heart. Could the world ever understand what it took on her part to never hurt anyone and get hurt instead every time!

They say love is beautiful, so says she but what she couldn't cater to was the idea of loving anyone to the extent that the person could revolutionize her world for good. She wanted to hold the keys to her life. So, she had to make a choice between loving someone or loving herself, the narcissist in her fared well.

They asked her, "Didn't it hurt  when your expectations failed?", The answer always perplexed people, she didn't had what they called expectations. She had identified long back that the root cause of her miseries were unfulfilled expectations. So, she had finally after years of self training learnt to not expect. That kept her happy and she knew that could keep everyone happy.

The next obvious question that she met wherever she went was why couldn't she love anyone? The answer from her was always the same , she liked keeping the warm feelings which she chose to call love, for herself. For she knew, when people started relating their feelings with a person, 'expectations' would show it's true colour. Everything would remain but unknowingly love would tread softly out of their life and the rest of the life would be spent lamenting over unfulfilled expectations. The only thing she never wanted to do was spend her life regretting. Each new day surprised her the way it emerged out of gloom. She believed in an unseen power which fetched her good memories in the form of good people she met wherever she went.

She stands as a rock pillar but she too had once built castles out of sand which had tumbled, so she knew what it meant to fall and also what it meant to rise, above all, she knew what it meant to live and not just exist.