She is a bubble of energy. Of craziness and colours. Quirky fashion senses. Childish antics. That often makes you smile. She would be impulsive in nature. With a heart rare to find. She makes you feel the world is about her madness. There is also another side to her. A side that prays like she talks to god. A side that puts others before herself. She is the strength of her loved ones, the peace of his heart. She dresses like she wants. Dares to show her emotions. Sometimes, she is at a loss for words. Sometimes she speaks too much. Sometimes she is hope personified. More often than not, she stands like a pillar of strength for her loved ones in times of desperate need. And at times, a turbulence of emotions. She is at times the perfect wife, mother and daughter. A friend in need. She is the perfect businesswoman in one. Fights with the sword in another. She dances. She sings. She smiles. She cries. Vividly, I visualise her eyes sparkling when she writes. Or perhaps stands at Moti Magri. Yet, she is not the perfect example of a heroine you often read about in books or see in movies. She is not about a perfect hairdo or a designer dress, or gaudy jewellery. She never was. She does not have a beautiful face. Her eyes speak volumes. She is not about the perfect touch of foundation and Kohl. She is raw and uncensored. Beauty, as we know it, withers with time. A beautiful soul remains. Perhaps that is why I chose to make her strange and imperfect. She doesn't care much about how she looks or how people judge her. He, in turn, falls for her beautiful, unique soul. In between the lines, she is deeper than she shows. Eras apart, she is a blend of bravery, strength and stability in his life. She is a part of me. What I want to be. What I am at times. She is my perfectly flawed heroine. She is Princy's Strange girl and Pratap's Ajabdeh.
Ps. This one is a special for all the stories in the Love Story section of Raabta
