Starvation raises the siren and from the load of conventions, she struggles to surface. In dilemma, she grapples with truth and lies. She refuses to tie down and with stoic defiance; she enlists herself, to the cadre of die hard dreamers. People raise eyebrows; question the validity of her disposition and refuse to give space for her to buy any peace with life.
She knows that her happiness cannot be borrowed on imposing terms of conventional belief. She is firm and that’s how, she sets on a journey to realize her dream.
Today, she decided to cross the bridge, which she always thought would connect her to the world of cherished dream. And she does. She breaks the convention and unbound embarks on a journey to feel the freedom.
In her new find mode, she discovers reason to rejoice. She raises her hands to embrace the cloud and prays for rain. She is at peace. In here serene existence, she understood the absurdity of gone time. And now, all she doing is composing a song to celebrate her unfettered existence. She is reborn... Thunderous cloud applauds her rebirth and rain too comes to bless her...She dance and says, “THIS IS MY LIFE”