Crumpled dress, Messed-Up hair, Semi-organised thoughts. Quite often she has hanged her dreams onto the edge. She has written many stories. She has lived many lives In those stories. There were chapters In which she had to keep running. Before she could reach the finishing line, She ended up landing to a new starting point, Each time. Many pages of her book Were taken by others. Few of them, she has kept passionately. While she hoped to wash off the rest. Her fingers are stained - - Inked - Blue and black. But when you meet her, Hold her hand And kiss those fingers. When you meet her, Know that you are her 'then-after' And the 'Hero' of her book.