Every night she cried herself to sleep. Every day she would be brave and face the world. There was no one to take care of her. She was in the amidst of an endless equation including depression, sadness, no happiness and so on. She was not a person who hoped, she was a person who believed. Truly. She needed somebody to fight with, somebody whom she could be clingy, witty and exasperating with. Those were long roads with no sight of light. Those were deep, dark forests with no way out. She had entrapped herself in a maze created by herself, but no way out. At least not according to her. There was no way she could get out of that dark, depressing maze or to happiness to get in. She was at such a stage, she didn't desire anything anymore. She didn't desire the colors of life. She didn't desire the happiness. She believed she couldn't be happy, little did she know what God had in store for her. All she did desire was to God to make her living easy. She didn't complain.
A beautiful journey.