I never knew how life is until I realised the shift. The ideal shift is in your hand. If life seems chaotic, pour the peace. If life seems simpler, bring the excitement. When the shift is under control, You find the purpose of living.
She is not your type. She recites the poem of heartbreak. She keeps you alive in her stories. She paints the grief with colours. She turns the sorrow into the music. She buries the grudges and plants the hope. She waters the goodness and deseeds her pain. She is never out of love but she is the Love. Out of her scars, she makes an art. She is not the usual type. Yes, She is not your type.