"She was rocking in a chair by the window, looking at the snowy valley. It was all white and freezing. There she was in a pristine white gown. She seemed weak and pale from the long sickness she hasn't recovered from yet. There wasn't any disease in particular that she had. Doctors came and went but couldn't treat her completely. Only she knew that she was heartbroken. Those little shattered pieces still pricked her bad deep inside. Her uncombed messy mane, strands falling on her dried lips. Her eyes were fixated on the road at the valley. It seemed like she's been looking for someone who she wanted to come. It has been like this for years now. She won't say anything. She had been quiet for a decade now. Hardly would she speak a word or two. She would just sit in that rocking chair with her eyes on the road. Those big beautiful eyes. Darker than nights, deeper than a sea.. unlike her, they spoke a lot. There were stories one could read in her eyes. Alas, there was no one who could do so. She felt the cold brisk breeze at her cheeks only to make her realise the absence of warmth in her life. She wasn't alone. She had her kith and kins around her and yet she was lonely. She shut everyone out from herself and built a huge wall that couldn't be broken. There were oceans of emotions she was holding onto but she refused to let them go or voice them. It has been years now but her wait never ended. Still rocking in the chair by the side of the window looking at the road.
She wasn't like this since always. She was a pretty, charming lady with lots of wits. Everybody loved her. She was a tall woman with a perfect coffee complexion, hair falling to her waist, little flicks touching her chin, playing by the side of her plump fuller lips, sharp pointed nose and her eyes, big, dark eyes! She had oceans to drown in her deeply kohled dark brown eyes with perfectly arch shaped thick eyebrows! A look of hers that one can never forget. Her eyes were always lit with joy. She was full of life, as fresh as dew drops on the leaves in a chilly winter morning. Every morning she would be seen on her bicycle which had a little basket at the front. She would pick flowers from the valley every morning. She was brimmed with love and happiness.
And now, she was just alive but she stopped living a decade ago. One would wonder what went so wrong that could have devastated her so bad. Alas, no one could know as she was quiet, seated in her rocking chair with her eyes fixated at the road waiting for someone who nobody knew about! Her wait never ended but her life definitely did."