Friday, 7 November 2014
Monday, 3 November 2014
She is the childhood. And she is the adulthood, too. And she is the youth. And she is the old age, too. All in One. At one moment, she is a cute little child, at the other, a gorgeous girl and yet another moment, she is an old soul telling you stories. I swear, she is one dangerous kind, you can never judge her, NEVER. And if you do, you are damaging yourself and not her because she is what she is.
She never takes it personal yet there are people who call her an extrovert and then, there are people who call her an introvert. She smiles at the judgments. The former title comes from the ones whom she loves, and, the latter one comes from the ones who want to catch her sight. But, she indeed is beyond their grasp until she permits. I would tell you that she is an extrovert only when she is enjoying being an introvert and she definitely is an introvert when she tries to be an extrovert. But you would not understand it. And it's okay because she does not understand it, either.
She is just lost in herself whatever she is. You can never know what she is up to when you think you do. She is completely the opposite of what you think of her and, tell you what! it changes from one moment to another. In short, she is mad, unapologetically mad. She is what she is.
You want to know what witchcraft is?
Go, meet her......
And you will never be able to treat yourself.
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