Her Book.

CHAPTER - 6

She soon found herself hating her existence . At times she would just feel like pucking out all the anguish and pain , but was there anyone to waste his time with her ?

Barely did she have any confience , when she was convinced - she's good for nothing again ! She never let those ugly compliments to invade her , but it still did . To be left alone , to fly with her own colours and to follow her passion was always her dream ... it seemed as if it was forbidden for her.

" Come , stand still , go , sit "- trained to follow every single command , she was ... though it hurt at times but her parents convinced her - " This is what good girls do , follow commands " .

Every hope just seemed to be vanished .... she looked more and more pale day by day in her brown and , polished bedroom mirror . As if comparision was not enough she was pushed into a deeper well by doubting her . She was followed , doubted on , and suspected for her every action . The criticism wilted all her petals , the regret of surviving enlarged with the tickling of the clock .....

The fear and anxiety made her stutter , feel afraid of close ones , shiver and flash when someone said something loud .

Her writing skills were made fun of , by her family ... she was stopped from meeting new people . She dreamt of a world allowing her to sing and gallop like war horses , but instead was made to confine herself in a shady canopy , a web where it was easier to follow orders and accept every single advice ... they meant for her good afterall ... how can a young girl child be left to take her decisions , right ? It took a group of people around her to discuss every single future decision of her ... the talks that never made any sense , the slagering and the baseless intimidating talks always made her feel uncomfortable ... but she was too afraid just to confess it .