She had such a speck of wilderness in her. She was a contradiction of her own. Her heart? It was like a chameleon. Always changing. Always hungry for something new. It was beautiful and exasperating.
She was emotional, dramatic, childish and moody. But then, isn't that how every girl is? But she wasn't the regular ones. She was strong, smart, a silent observer. She seemed tough, hard to crack. But it wasn't like that. She would melt on simply things. She would get flattered easily, but she was watchful. You see, she had quite a few tough experiences in life. She had seen and known things more than a girl of her age usually knows about. But she fought everything that came her way, with grace and dignity.
She smiles wide, takes care of her near and dear ones. She doesn't gives up hope. Never. She knows about the devils and demons in her mind, but she never stops fighting them. Everytime she laughs, she pokes a spear at them, driving them away. Things had happened, pillows became wet overnight, depression came, but went away too. Her eyes never lost their twinkle. Her smile never lost her dimples.
She was a fighter, a warrior. And she knew that. Moreover, she was proud of herself.