Enigma

He encircled his life around her.

All groggy and dizzy

Misty and freezy

She had been numbed by her feelings

Immobile to even the slightest of tolerance.

She had only herself to love, only herself to crave, only herself to contemplate, even though life had given her joys in a varied range of plates.

On a rather misty morning, as the dawn and due rose the hawks, she was unaware of whatsoever happened around her but her gut, which perhaps she mind-numbingly followed, indicated an occasion of joy, something superfluous, attractive and yet devastating.

Morning walks was her regular, she took it by the moral. A pool full of hope leads to disasters, she was said as a child, only to find her standing by the bank and be mild.

Today was different, a stranger obscured her solitary routes, she was in love her heart mumbled, the persistence woke, the mind rambled.

It was almost a full day when she realised she had spent the day talking only to who was likely to become her soulmate. She rushed home and cried herself to sleep.

Her prince charming had no ancestors, not much to look back. He was of the mystique mountains and smelt of years of misery and hunger. Ahem! It was the thirst for love, for food he had in plenty.

Prince to the natives and a lover boy to her, his life was finally on track. He was held at importance in this marvelous and beautiful maiden's life.

It's been years to that now, she had been in love once and once in denial. They lasted for a whole two years, talked syllables at the end but lasted, created what some would call memories.

It is still a wonderment as to why it didn't last?

What, you would ask? The prince's life of course. His frantically exasperating life. The life he wanted to forego long ago but had decided otherwise in the years to come.

The wise said love had struck him and climbed upto his head, rotting it from within. While, a select few would comment on how the already rotten head fell prey in the hands of the beautifully disguised witch!

No she definitely didn't want his kingdom, she had one amidst her pile of books. What she wanted was her freedom and self acceptance, this made her leave indeed but what lead to her adamancy was her will to deserve better. Not the best of every other girl's world, but the best in her world.

It has been those few enigmatic and cherishing years of her life where

If she was asked to conclude, missled by the up turn of events, she would go on as-

An archive that's what life is, a complete collection of varied treasures.