She was beautiful...

She rose from the ashes like a Phoenix. She kept her sadness within. Though she had been in utter despair, she could keep a mask of cheer. She flew away spreading the light to her neighborhood.


Before she flew away, I had a good look at her. In he hair, the jasmine buds were about to boom. On her forehead, the sandal past, the colour of which was not bright as it was still not dry. The black eyeliner, added the beauty of the dawn. On the face, the brightness was enough to lit a oiled wick. She was beautiful...

Suddenly, I noticed the rolled up tears on her eyes.....