Early in the wee hours when everyone were lost in their dreams and fantasies being dead asleep,the chirruping birds and cuckoo sounds worked far better than the alarm bells stiring her up to catch a glimpse of the sunrise , looking upto it and thinking about her pain she forgot, forgave and banaled her amateurish habits.
Being energetic and motivated she worked on her dreams from dusk till dawn tirelessly to make it a reality till she was drained and exhausted . She was all alone in this harsh, clashing and complexic world as music became her comforter and uplifter.
With her headphones on she looked upon the silent night sky as the wind sung quiet lullabies with silver disk and gleaming bullets showering radiance upon her face, the radiance reminding of her bright future ahead. Though all of it fairly seemed monotonous and non creative but it somewhat gave her a feeling of happiness and contentment to move ahead and accept every possibility and tackle every impossibility of life with a smile.