When She Writes...

"The honey brown eyes hold the unspoken truth"- was the first sentence of her poetry. This line had popped up from some of her untraveled bottomless well of her imagination. She doesn't realize how beautiful the above words seem on paper. She wouldn't even be writing it if her English teacher wouldn't have given her this assignment as a homework. "Please don't make me write.." she had mumbled under her breath when she first heard about the assignment . Little did she know, the English teacher had planned this especially for her.

Her teacher had seen this once an extrovert girl turn into the most self isolated island. Her teacher simply wants her to be true to her emotions and express herself through writing because you write what you feel and you feel what you write. The experience that turned her to be like this was the losing of her beloved grandma to the unescapable fate of all living beings. On the burial day not only her grandma but her happiness was too buried five feet deep into the ground, was what she believed. But she has to learn that she has to let go of that certain chapter of her life in order to grow. Perhaps the teacher knows that the most painful experiences make the most beautiful stories when penned down on paper.

She too realizes that she is letting herself down in the coldness and numbness , she too wants her old self back but she is afraid that if she lets go of the grief than she may forget her grandma. What if she forgets her grandma's face? Someone please tell her that writing will give wings to her chained emotions but treasure the memories in the most beautiful and delicate way. She is never going to forget her grandma cause she loved, no, loves her truly.

"And a genuine concern provides the greatest soothe..."- and at this line she had finally tested the sweet nectar of writing. She will now set herself free. Miracles will betide when her emotions and imagination collides with the universe of writing.