Her sketches portray hard work. With her perfect detailing, she gives off an impression of a perfectionist and she is synonymous to patience. When she dances, she makes me want to be a dancer myself. She looks happy when she dances. I have always wanted to be happy like that.
A confused being with questions on her mind. Questions, she doesn't know where she can find answers of. A broken heart which is still to be mended, hidden behind beautiful smiles. A voice that wants to be listened. A girl who is too afraid to dream.
I listen to her stories of friendship, happiness, love and sadness. She teaches me patience. She teaches me the secret to happy life and healthy relationships. She is mastering the art of living and seems to be oblivious about the achievement.
I listen to her stories of friendship, happiness, love and sadness. She teaches me patience. She teaches me the secret to happy life and healthy relationships. She is mastering the art of living and seems to be oblivious about the achievement.
One thing which stroked me most about her is her quest to find herself. She was in search of spirituality. She was looking for herself and not the supernatural bodies, behind the pages of holy books. She was as confused as each one of us about her existence. She had questions and she was making attempts to find answers to them.
She isn't as much a perfectionist as I thought she was. She has changed my idea of taking my time to do things perfectly. Putting the work out there as soon as possible without compromising on hard work is one thing I want learn from her. This discovery also earned her respect from my side because her perseverance has already taught her to put up a top class output efficiently.
Despite what she is capable of I could see the fear radiating through her eyes. The fear looked similar to uncertainty. She was deprived of trying to do new things all her life so much that she feared whether she was doing the right thing. She tags along like the perfect sidekick as one could be but fails to see her potentiality of becoming the leader herself.
And where all the world might seem far ahead of her, she is catching up. Even though she started late, she is catching up to surpass everyone who stands in front of her and her next project. The project is her next big thing. She isn't much of a dreamer as she is the realist. And with her every new big project she is conquering the world around her.
She is as difficult as I make her sound. She is like a tangled earpiece. One would have to make an effort to untangle but she was worth the hassle. I am taking my time with her, myself. I quietly observe her from afar, afraid I am going to break her balance if I push her too hard.
She isn't as much a perfectionist as I thought she was. She has changed my idea of taking my time to do things perfectly. Putting the work out there as soon as possible without compromising on hard work is one thing I want learn from her. This discovery also earned her respect from my side because her perseverance has already taught her to put up a top class output efficiently.
Despite what she is capable of I could see the fear radiating through her eyes. The fear looked similar to uncertainty. She was deprived of trying to do new things all her life so much that she feared whether she was doing the right thing. She tags along like the perfect sidekick as one could be but fails to see her potentiality of becoming the leader herself.
She is as difficult as I make her sound. She is like a tangled earpiece. One would have to make an effort to untangle but she was worth the hassle. I am taking my time with her, myself. I quietly observe her from afar, afraid I am going to break her balance if I push her too hard.
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