The clock on the emerald green wall of her room is striking half-past one, while the lady on the bed is turning sides. Her heart today seems overwhelmed, wrapped up in a mist of ambivalence. One half of her heart is pounding with joy, restored in the future she has carved with her blood and sweat; whereas the other half, reflecting on the demons of the past, floating as wet pearls in her deep-dark eyes.

While looking towards the moon outside of her window pane, she is counting the wet seasons she has survived. Today she is content with, and enlightened of the fact that life is all about perseverance and hope, following which the darkest of the
nights can be turned into illuminating dawns.

You must be wondering who this "She" is? Aparajita, that is what I would call her. As her name suggests, she is an embodiment of unconquerable spirit and hope.

Once a little nymph with a broad smile on her face, excellent in both sports as well as academics. Being academically superior, at a very...