Scribbling:
She!
"Her skin were her ornament she wore elegantly, her flesh were her clothes she wore effortlessly, her hairs were her hat she held on to quite casually yet stylish as she looked for it was certainly beautiful and attractive. Gave her an edgy look for she kept her face hidden behind its shadow, and as usual it made her a mystery that everyone was curious to figure out. And she laughed of the speculation by flaunting off her curves as if the accessories chosen and matched carefully, but no less famine, she walked by putting her colour on display which some saw as a sun fading down by dusk while some as sun waking up by dawn, well what difference, for it both carried that golden touch that only gives an illusion of it being calm and soft, and you wait for few moments, it fires up and makes you almost blind, only to give burning if you dare watch for any longer, but through shadow it always passes on life it contains behind it’s hidden eyes. She was similar too, for she was white, she was black, she was brown, she was golden, and yet no one could figure out her colour till one kept on trying to find out, only to be disappointed and lost, but once one saw her through the edges she carried, there she was, transparent as water, flowing freely, effortlessly through their hands, mind, heart."
"Her skin were her ornament she wore elegantly, her flesh were her clothes she wore effortlessly, her hairs were her hat she held on to quite casually yet stylish as she looked for it was certainly beautiful and attractive. Gave her an edgy look for she kept her face hidden behind its shadow, and as usual it made her a mystery that everyone was curious to figure out. And she laughed of the speculation by flaunting off her curves as if the accessories chosen and matched carefully, but no less famine, she walked by putting her colour on display which some saw as a sun fading down by dusk while some as sun waking up by dawn, well what difference, for it both carried that golden touch that only gives an illusion of it being calm and soft, and you wait for few moments, it fires up and makes you almost blind, only to give burning if you dare watch for any longer, but through shadow it always passes on life it contains behind it’s hidden eyes. She was similar too, for she was white, she was black, she was brown, she was golden, and yet no one could figure out her colour till one kept on trying to find out, only to be disappointed and lost, but once one saw her through the edges she carried, there she was, transparent as water, flowing freely, effortlessly through their hands, mind, heart."
~ Praveen Parasar
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