One who writes, frames his/her fate with help of words and living by/with/amongst words could sometimes be lethal too.

The subconscious trains the mind which is prepared and receptive. We have come here with an abstract note of life in our hand and a goal to accomplish. The goal is to stay happy and feel accomplished.

I was privileged to have touched by this beautiful soul by her pain, agonies and her words. She was simple, shy yet wonderful. She lived with strong morals of faith and spiritualism and touched as many souls as she can by love and compassion.

In a cold winter night, when death confronted her, she was brave and wise to change way and join this nomad to walk towards the island of happiness. (Ensured, happiness for eight years!)

She had never expected anything from anyone. That was the key to her happiness. Defective hearts are often the most beautiful ones. Happiness and love always demands more spaces and she painfully yet successfully concealed much in her heart and it stopped beating.

She was a poetess, well published and adored. Her shyness prevented her to seek attention. After all, she was a happy introvert.

We both wrote about happiness and pain, not about each other. But, she had this last wish that I write something about her to the world and express her sincere gratitude to anyone and everyone, directly or indirectly who all coexisted with her in thoughts, feelings or reality, hence this.

No expectations of love, sympathy, RIP or help intended. This is what, she wanted the world to know about her when she is gone.

Gratitude!!