She had some dreams- enormous and small but someone tried to kill them all. That someone was no one else but she. For she never had the fortitude to set herself free.

Free from every fear that curtailed her to move ahead, free from the fear of the past, the present and the future, free from the opinions of outer community.

But soon she realised that she had wings to fly and the power to kiss the sky. So the dreams became alive again and she began to thrive In order for them all to survive.

– Isha Chawla


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