her name was HOPE

If ever you came across two round black eyes, those strands of hair falling on her innocent looking face amidst a chaotic crowd of people, you would mistake her to be just another girl, surviving, lost. But she was just the opposite.

Despite the million tragedies that defined her day, despite the boulders in her way, she spoke of victory, strength and ultimate happiness. She stood firm, not stumbling, a person i could look up to, the person who could be called my support system. Because she possessed the key to my happiness, the motivation to my failures and the smile to my sorrows.

And all of that happened because her eyes told a story. A story of new horizons. Of success and hardwork. Of choosing the path full of difficulties, emerging a winner! You would one day want to be her, the amazing person she is. Just as i want to, to be courageous and strong. But if ever you came across her, you would think of her as an ordinary girl, which she wasnt.

Because,

she was a hero.

MY HERO <3