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Miss sunshine learns to speak

 Well, years back I had wrote about Miss Sunshine. She was a meek soul who hid behind written words. She would smile coyly but couldn't speak back to people, she was yet to bloom. I can tell you this for I have seen her grow all along.


How did she find her voice?, you may wonder. Well, it all began when she stepped into the world of teaching. She made new acquaintances. Some pulled her down, others accepted her for what she was and it was this acceptance that she had got which helped her grow comfortable in her skin.


She had met someone special. Someone who with his unfaltering acceptance made her realise that she too was capable of being someone of worth. They built a rock solid friendship over the years. He pushed her to overcome her fears. Most importantly he made her own this space, this blog. His acceptance made her come out of her shell, she was slowly learning to grow wings. Today, as she scribbles, she remains indebted to him. 

Time wasn't always kind to her. She suffered it's pangs. She was torn between decisions that she had to take. But, she fared it all and bore her pain silently. Today, as I write, I see a confident self when I think of her. She has found her voice. Her wings have grown stronger over the years and she is not afraid of soaring high. For, even if she may fall, she has learned enough to pick her up and soar again.


There's more to her tale, will write back soon.

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