Girl who wore her heart on sleeve by pragati jain jain

Her eyes were the usual dark brown not the beautiful hazel. Her golden brown skin complemented her dark brown bristly hair. She was not a charmer, she knew no sublime words. Impervious to the world she lived her life. Silence was her constant companion. Thoughts of doing something great one day filled her days. Lost in her music and writing she continued walking with others in this moribund world. Books gave her assuagement. Her kindness filled heart prayed for each one's happiness. The sound of her vivacious laughter filled the rooms when she was elated. Smart in her ways, she was getting through life, achieving and failing. Sometimes she thought to herself was she living under a charade, was her bliss farse? Ambushed by an abyss of sadness, she was not the same anymore. You know what saved her? The friendship she would have died for brought her back. The paradox is sui generis, isn't it? Now she writes not for the world's acknowledgement, she could care less what others thought, but for all the lost souls that she could rekindle and give a hope to continue. She wanted romance too, so she wrote about it.