She sits there on top of her terrace,
Overlooking the valley, the river, feeling that breeze hit her gently..

she has seen it before, the valleys, deep, dark and dangerous, only now can she smile - looking back at all the adventures it took to come here!!

The hills, the views are much richer, deeper and more alive after she has seen them at their real self, she has become friends with them now.

It was not like this when she first encountered valleys, gullies of rapids, the dense darkness of reality.

The snatches of light were her time for a treasure hunt,
And it took her many bruises, many bandaids, falls to get to that orb of light...

The curly haired girl, now standing on the terrace is now also a veteran of many wars!
Her smile is a manifestation of many adventures and in her library of thoughts lies a huge treasure trove of light...

It's a pilgrimage that she has gone through, a purging that she has seen and she now whispers her story to the winds, clouds and rains - to spread them far away to the world, hoping to give that orb of light to someone struggling in their own valleys!!