C O L O U R T H E R E A L "M E" Drenched in the spells of summer rain , I saw her smiling in the crowded train. All were worried ,doomed and tensed, but she was as if numb till the end. her eyes were bright, hair flew long, she seemed skinny, but yet so strong. today she carried a mahendi book, marvellous designs! I peeped to look. turned she the pages with utmost care, it seemed her passion,unique and rare. from where she came and where would she go, none would enquire and none would ever know. we were , but servants to the fate, while she seemed to battle out the rest. some days she's seen penning her thoughts, while at times, she would seem completely lost. she wouldn't think twice to protest, even when others would taunt her with detest. she would talk even to strangers, while we were taught "strangers are dangers!" once I saw her in the evening train, as she marvelled at the ...