She... A kind of short story.

She woke up to realise how badly she was hurt yet managed to smile. Smile to the world outside and to shut her inside off. She wasn't a grown up yet. She still kept the child in her merry and alive. Childlike, childish, a child- still. She knew numbers can't define her life. Numbers can only keep a count of years, but not of the memories she had for all her life. She cherished her life, she was an oasis of happiness, people who stood away could see a ring of aura around her. She never gave out her secrets to the people whom she kept close, rarely, that would ever happen. She knew there's no one who could understand and yet stay with her for any longer. She no longer believed in fairy tales. Deep within her was a river of uncertainty. Not so composed, calm, strong as she seems outside. She knew she's fragile, she knew she had to build a wall to survive. She lives even today under a blanket of moon lit sunshine. She is a moon with a Sun kissed smile. A smile that charms. A smile that hides, a smile that never give a hint of shades and shadows beneath it's skin.