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Miss sunshine _1



Let me tell you a story. Almost like every story that you read in story books, this story finds its home a long time ago. So, here it goes:

Once upon a time, there lived Miss Sunshine in her big home. She had her parents, her uncles and an aunt and the most loving grand parents. They were the ones to call her sunshine. She lit their tiny world. As Miss Sunshine grew , she longed to have miss junior sunshine but just like the Sun, she was meant to be alone. She quite liked being who she was. She got to hear stories, eat ice creams, go out on vacations and everything that she wished for.

This seemingly happy story has another part to It. Her family kept her happy and made her feel loved but they didn't warn her about the world outside her home, a ruthless uncompromising society at large. They bullied her at school for she was a meek nerd. They made fun of her , thrashed her but she never took her bruises home. "School is wonderful", is all that she told her family. She sold them stories of make belief so that they wouldn't worry for her. That is how she became a story monger. She grew under this camouflage of confidence whereas she was shit afraid of the world. She started hiding behind books. Books were her sole companions, they let her be Miss Sunshine.

Days rolled into years and years into decades but her timid self never left her side until she slowly started evolving into a confident adult who knew what suited her best. She never let anyone access her life and then her story suffered a paradigm shift. She  fell in love and knew not anything else except for that. She slowly had become Miss confident Sunshine until fate had its cruelest laugh. It told her she couldn't afford to be in love, it came with a price which she couldn't afford. She thought of keeping it as the most beautiful story she could have dreamt about.

Miss Sunshine slowly became that tiny timid girl who refused to let the world know her reasons. She had had enough bruising her heart over and over again. She felt she should start loving herself. She started accepting her flaws and wore them like medals for the world to see.

The story as it finds her has seen this journey so far. Kindly stay tuned until I get to see her next.

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