In the silence of the lousy afternoon, she sat down with a pen and paper, jotting down the dos and don'ts for the lessons she had learned. However, the piece of paper she was writing upon was golden. It bleeded golden glitters with every line she marked as the story of hers. She. The meaning of belonging to her oneself, the meaning of living the life comes with sense of responsibility and reasoning fair and fine. She was confused. Lost in the melody of present, the blankness clouds the memories of past moments. But, this ain't a fair task, she thought. She will put a mark with her words, because it is what she is set to do. Determined, she kept weeping and mopping her whims, bleeding out the paper of the magical sparkles. All of a sudden, she noticed that the paper was no more ejecting out the jitters of...