excerpt : Hers


Some people call her mad. Some other calls her enraged. Few call her passionate. Her mom thinks she is just a slut, while she herself prefers the word ‘boundless’. She hates being tied. She hates being confined. She hates limits, so, she crosses every border. She erases every lines, because, she hates being incapable. The world is one giant playground for her, minus any rules and regulation. Anything that restraint doesn’t have a room in her already packed mind. Rulebooks are a waste of paper and guidelines shrinkage the fun. Life is about being exist. Being exist is about being alive. True meaning of life is never a suffering. It is always about enjoyment for her. Even though life frequently makes her suffer, she chooses to believe that she enjoys the pain till’ every tiny facet of it. That this is not a suffering, but a choice. A choice that she gladly enjoys. A pain isn’t painful until you choose to believe so.

She was watching a huge spider in the corner of her room. A stark little chamber with a strikingly chaotic graffiti.  

To Be Continued**


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