Always saw her growing... Engaging with and within the world of colours and painting brushes... I wonder she had her own beautiful world in her own made portraits... And suddenly.. The innocence was somewhere lost in the bigger thoughts of solving the problems of physics and mathematics. And finding herself in the equations of big theorems and theory... She almost forgotten her favorite color and smell of paints she grew with... I almost felt guilty with the time and life hints we fail to figure out.. And just complain why... But today.. I witness her dreaming again while rejoicing with her old friend she left behind..