She lived in the mountainous regions of the state, namely the Nilgris. The strongly set features of her face spoke of her strong nature. Yet, beyond those black eyes, a deep sense of compassion could be seen. This combination found only in the class of highly evolved humans.
Her deeply set eyes spoke of the supreme knowledge that she possessed about life. She quietly observed whatever happened around her. She seemed to know about the value of words. She seldom used them. But when she did, she meant each and every word. Her words were simple yet were highly philosophical that could not be easily understood by the common people. Silence seemed like the very meaning of her name. Whatever maybe the situation, she stared with a gaze that was never familiar with her fellow beings. It was the gaze of wisdom. But still, people seemed to enjoy her company. They felt comfort in her presence and some assurance in her smile. Her smile wasn't a contagious one, but somewhat had a sense of divinity in it.
Her sense of fashion was almost nil, but still there was an air of untold beauty around her. Her soft nature seemed to project a halo kind of illusion around her. She was completely unpredictable. But still a sense of a saint was felt about her.
Above all, she seemed to find joy in the little things. You would at times find her talking to a tree or smiling at the midair. Even the harshest sun and the coldest winter had no effects on her temper. She just laughed at the rain as if it was hef best friend. It seemed like, she never experienced anger before. She looked at each thing, as if she was seeing it for the first time.
Still, can there be anyone without problems? She too had many problems. She seemed to suffer from inside. She found it unbearable to see a fellow being suffer. She felt as if her own body was on fire. She couldn't stand any social injustice. Unable to express her anger, due to her nature, she was waxing away day by day.
She felt like her soul was linked with the lives of others. Each little joy felt even by the beggar seemed to multiply in her soul. She felt sorry even for the little grass that was being eaten up by the cow. She felt like having an useless body and an extra special soul. She was getting weary, trying to guess who and what she was. To find everything about oneself by an orphan can be the worst job ever. But she was someone who would just give up on life.
She had worked so hard till now. Books were her only best friends. The rest were only acquaintances. She could feel the tears trickling down her cheeks on the death of a character in the book and she couldn't stand even the injustice does to innocent people in the stories. Her blood boiled with vengeance for them. On the other hand, she also loved the simple people for whom love seemed to be their only priority. It took a wide range of books, and years of reading made her conclude who she was.
She was the Authoress. The creator in her own world.
Needless to say, her books became the best seller of the decade.
Pls do comment your feedbacks :-)
Her deeply set eyes spoke of the supreme knowledge that she possessed about life. She quietly observed whatever happened around her. She seemed to know about the value of words. She seldom used them. But when she did, she meant each and every word. Her words were simple yet were highly philosophical that could not be easily understood by the common people. Silence seemed like the very meaning of her name. Whatever maybe the situation, she stared with a gaze that was never familiar with her fellow beings. It was the gaze of wisdom. But still, people seemed to enjoy her company. They felt comfort in her presence and some assurance in her smile. Her smile wasn't a contagious one, but somewhat had a sense of divinity in it.
Her sense of fashion was almost nil, but still there was an air of untold beauty around her. Her soft nature seemed to project a halo kind of illusion around her. She was completely unpredictable. But still a sense of a saint was felt about her.
Above all, she seemed to find joy in the little things. You would at times find her talking to a tree or smiling at the midair. Even the harshest sun and the coldest winter had no effects on her temper. She just laughed at the rain as if it was hef best friend. It seemed like, she never experienced anger before. She looked at each thing, as if she was seeing it for the first time.
Still, can there be anyone without problems? She too had many problems. She seemed to suffer from inside. She found it unbearable to see a fellow being suffer. She felt as if her own body was on fire. She couldn't stand any social injustice. Unable to express her anger, due to her nature, she was waxing away day by day.
She felt like her soul was linked with the lives of others. Each little joy felt even by the beggar seemed to multiply in her soul. She felt sorry even for the little grass that was being eaten up by the cow. She felt like having an useless body and an extra special soul. She was getting weary, trying to guess who and what she was. To find everything about oneself by an orphan can be the worst job ever. But she was someone who would just give up on life.
She had worked so hard till now. Books were her only best friends. The rest were only acquaintances. She could feel the tears trickling down her cheeks on the death of a character in the book and she couldn't stand even the injustice does to innocent people in the stories. Her blood boiled with vengeance for them. On the other hand, she also loved the simple people for whom love seemed to be their only priority. It took a wide range of books, and years of reading made her conclude who she was.
She was the Authoress. The creator in her own world.
Needless to say, her books became the best seller of the decade.
Pls do comment your feedbacks :-)
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