She was a frog in that well....all she witnessed was her fairy tale life.... Happiness.... Everything on a call.... And many a times.. Much before than that... She was like the white page.... Open for all...ready to accept all colours.... But lesser she knew.... One stain... And it rests for the entire life span... This is all about a white page..... She thought he was her hero.... Hahaha...
How ironical!!!!! Her so called hero... Whom she called the Her RAinbow.... Later but soo soon or should I say on the right time proved to be a no moon night.... And yes! The white paper got it's black mark.....
It was the time.... The time to chose.... The time to take a decision for herself.. By herself... The white paper had 2 ways left..... On it's left.. To cry over that black mark over n over again... And on the right....to turn the page and make its another side colourfull..
But this time... The colours were he's....the brush was her and the artist.. She had to be herself...
Spring came.... Colors spread.... Happiness gained..... She became the best artist.... But.....
She still thinks of the black mark yet.... Don't know till when
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