The Story of Her Life

It was raining outside and it was freaking cold after a long summer. Her small neatly arranged room was in dead silent. Not even the night lamp was lighten up in that cold night. All the shutters were closed, and there was no any way to feel the rain except the chillness. Her bed was at the corner beneath the wide window and you think she had fallen sleep under her violet quilt. But on the head side her diary is still opened on the table, it hasn’t closed and placed properly, the last sentence she wrote ‘my heart is not broken, but part of my heart is……………’ hasn’t concluded with a full stop. Still do you think she is sleeping? No, she was not. She was hugging her roll pillow inside the quilt and counting her tear drops. Yup, Suzan was crying silently. Suzan is a smart, good looking girl. She always makes things around her happy. Her sparkling eyes are full of dreams, and she finds ways to make those dreams true. She doesn’t bother much on the way she dresses, the way she ties her hair, height or weight. She wears her long clothes, tie a high pony tail, wear a smile and make her walk on her own desired way. She is not a nerd, but a jerk at time. She likes writing on her diary whether it’s a happy thing or sad thing; she believes writing makes her mind okay. For her it might be writing, but for some, who don’t understand her, may say she scribbles. Whatever, she doesn’t want to give a damn about it. She is a dreamy world person, because she gets tired of reality. The long rainy night was over, the golden sun was peeping out of clouds. The glowing rays fell on her cheeks and made her tiny eyes to open little by little. Finally she woke up, and threw a glance around her room; it was perfect as ever, painted in purple, creative handcrafts hanging on walls and everything made her tiny room cute. Her room is a mini version of her dream house, a cozy room with wide windows all around. She started her usual works. Her daily time schedule rarely reminds her that she is away from home. She got used to it. Another hectic day started. was it only hectic? or are these morning rays hiding a life mystery?!