She wakes up in the morning with her stained visage and glowing smile. She stands before the mirror and looks into her thirsty eyes…. reminding herself what she saw in them when she was a child.
She doesnot load her spirit, she arms it with the weapons to fight the battle which starts at sunrise and ends after death bell.She toils. She fights. But she never looks back. Believe me, she is a warrior unlike anyone .
She walks . She falls . And again she walks cause she has the courage to stand up and the desire to fly one day. She succeeds . She fails. But tries again cause she has the desire to ultimately win one day.
And so her life goes on..
The sun shifts . Noon… dusk… night… morning…
She wakes up in the morning with her stained visage and glowing smile.