Alone and Happy

She woke up that morning with a resolve and a smile on her face. Past few days had been tough, especially for someone like her with multiple OCDs which commanded perfection, but she got through easily.
Now she wasn't a freak, just exceptionally unconventional. She knew things would get better and she kept that in mind. Maybe that's why at darkest of the times, she saw the distant beam of light. She was confident, self-loving and positively, a narcissist. She loved how her head was always exploding with ideas and plans and dreams. The problem? She couldn't do it all! This thought saddened her but she was aware that her intense wanderlust and brave desires would be fed well in time.
People around her had laughed off her plans of travelling the world, "Don't you want to get married and settle?" they asked. She never retaliated, just smiled and moved on. There was no point anyway.
She had her own set of admirers who adored her and she was comfortable because she knew she was admired for all the right reasons and she'd never let them down. But this at-peace facade and confident manoeuvre enshrouded a completely different world underneath. Her emotions were always playing havoc, her anger never ceased to surface and desires kept raging. She carried it all gracefully. That's where the beautiful poetry came from. She hesitantly agreed that she was the clichéd case of making lemonade from the lemons life gave her. She was proud of it though and being proud and confident comes at a cost which she gladly overpaid. She was lonely and she enjoyed her peace. Her demons were safe with herself. Nobody to decipher her, nobody to penetrate her safeguard and nobody to risk her trust upon. She was alone and happy..



Picture: Tanniya Sankhyan, The photo people