The Lone Wanderer

She wasn’t a tough girl, rather a simple one.

Little did she liked all those girly things,
Right from her dressing sense to her thinking level.
When her fellow girls decored their rooms with teddy bears,
She decored her room with a different world.

Neither did she feel like calling herself “Daddy’s little princess”,
Nor did she feel like sharing her emotions with her mother.
Many a times she wondered why it was so,
Only to end up, messing up much more.

At the age of reading fairy tales,
She was fascinated to read philosophy.
At the age of being playful,
She chose to stay matured.

When people out there went in groups to enjoy,
She preferred to be a lone wanderer.
Because, it wasn’t that world she was attached with,
It was an unseen world she had weaved on her own.

Little did she know that there was something more,
Little did she know that she deserved much more.

Never did she know that, there would be a twist in her route!

And, this isn’t a story of a tough girl.
Rather a simple one.

(To be continued…)