Depression to Fantasy

                  She was a fairy in herself, innocence on the face, walking with a charming gait, elegance in every act. Being the only daughter of her parents, she always felt a charm in her life, here her lips wished, there the wish turned into reality. She was groomed like a princess, her house echoed all the time with her laughter and munchkins. the walls of her house were used to of her smiles, naughty pranks and most of all her lively heart.


                                               

Flowing in her emotions,

waving like an Angel,

The glow in her soul,

Making her a Princess,

The shine in her eyes,

Making her feel bright,

She was flowing,

In the valley of her dreams,

She was enjoying.

The soothness of her mind,

She was living,

Her childish nature...

Time passed, her innocence made her face glow as bright as the light so pure, her little pranks making her unique of all. Then, an incident made her glow as dim as the dark nooks. It seemed happiness became arrogant of her, the smile got angry and munchkins became gloomy. She fell in love with her fantasy, her books, her soul. She started observing every soul, every mind, it all poured in her sensitivity, possessiveness overloaded.

 Her animals tried to cheer her up, but she started falling in the depths of depression, got lost in the mysteries of chaos. Smile faded and seriousness prevailed. People said she has groomed up, she has become mature. No-one was aware she was trying to know her soul. Deep and deep she found the labyrinth talks. Her heart started bouncing for every little champ. Then, at once, she decided to come out of depression.

She made her own fairytale, built her own dreamland, where her dreams breathe, her love seemed true. Where there were joys, the happiness touched the seventh sky, she felt herself in a heaven. She started living in her heaven. She started living out of depression.