She knew that life is an up and down road. Sometimes it’s an upward hill that takes efforts from every single cell of your body to reach up to that highest peak point of life but sometimes it’s just an easy slide down to the lowest point where she always have to pick each shattered piece of herself up by her own self because sometimes it’s just you and your own self to help you out. 

But in this struggle and fight for survival, there comes some certain injuries and holes of bullet that can’t be handled or fixed by mere stitches or bandages which later becomes horrendous looking scars. These scars are easy to hide and easy to heal when it happens to be on body. But when these scars happen to be at heart or worse, on soul, it just become impossibly hard to get over the pain and move on. 

She knew that it’s illogical and injustice to her own self to dwell in past. But sometimes it just take one tick or one second to click that switch on or which floods back bringing all the pain of that wound back, like a certain smell or certain moment or a specific voice. 

No, she doesn’t have experienced any heartache that’s been usually caused by love. She’s been hurt and wounded from life itself. And after each and single knock down she looked up dusted her pants and moved on. Bleeding or oozing. 

Till this day, all the wounds and injuries she has endured in her self are well hidden by her smile. All the emotional turmoil has been sucked up and dried up by her pillows. And on this day, she stands with her head held high in the air declaring that she’s strong. 

Strong enough to move past on. Strong enough to get up daily and smile. Strong enough to conquer those dwelling thoughts that lead her to the edge of the hill. Strong enough to step down and cherish what she has today. Strong enough to hold others with her self. Strong enough to help others to heal wounds of them. Strong enough to believe in love and magic. Strong enough to dream of her future. 
Strong enough to conquer her depression and life ending thoughts… She knows that she’s the one and only piece made. She knows that she’s different and her uniqueness has no bounds.. 

She’s peculiar…


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