I was like a brilliant, ever twinkling star in the sky. The more distant I was from the worldly problems, the shinier I was. Distress and sorrows were shooed away from me by my younger self.

Cooing of my longings could be heard distinctly in my heart, and I was on the zenith of ecstasy. Could anybody be more appealingly elated than me. No way. At this age, skin is always glowing and beautiful. Ugliness is never the word here. It is always shinier when in its youth. Even a slight touch of anything can leave it tinkling with warmth and tremoring with a lurking desire. Music is always near to heart whether astounded or raspy at...