she too had been broken. sometime ago, she'd hardly recalls. memory loss or by choice? somewhat it didnt matter then. most probably it shudnt matter now. thus, the recent realization lingers. so she ponders. to the past grieves. the unbroken tears. the unablity to comprehend. the nurtured loss, succombing into hopelessness. ah! she lived through that, front faced eyes wide open like so many of us do. or so many of us had not the courage to admit to. does it make her stronger? others may say wiser. however foolish sounds simpler. what she hadnt been acknowledging all through out was, that she too had been broken. until the words spilled out of her mouth. crystal clear on a steady stream.. "it is OK, to be broken" as if it had been waiting for the past twenty or more so odd years to be embraced. once the word is out, she had to where else to turn but to see her own reflection by the mirror. from the finest vein cracks to the webbed whole in her outmost ego centrum: out of broken dreams, larger than life inhumanistic idealisms, over the top perfectionist expectations and the nth thousands milligrams daily dose of believe in hopes. for the first time, she is seeing rather than merely watching. listening to the past cries she didnt get to let loose in accepting. indeed, she is beginning to accept. accepting her own vulnerabilities.

and somewhat, she is finally ready to let happiness flows through her life.