• sheetalsaini 9w


    It happened for a reason, she met me at a place which was not less than a horror dream for me. She was the one whose spark was enough to lighten up my energy. When she became my bosom buddy i didn't even realised.
    We worked together, we laughed together, we travelled together and she was always a shoulder for me, whenever i was low. I felt the freedom where i used to empty myself from everything that was hurling inside me.
    Because those pretty eyes were always empathetic and non-judgemental. What should i call her i never found a word but the memories will always be alive.

    Because she turned my horror dream into a golden period just by being my comrade.