Ribbons in her hair and twisted braids, her heart stopped with one glance from him. “Liar, liar” she thought to herself, and as the crowds got quieter, her insides burnt brighter. “Oh my darling, can’t you see? I can’t take in, what you did to me.”, they say, absence makes the hear grow fonder, but one look in her eyes and you could perceive, not only had the fondness taken her over but had labeled her ‘demented’.no longer was she your ordinary girl, she’d learnt the tricks, of this cruel world. Prejudiced by this barbaric society, she stood tall, above them all. Digested the trauma, and put on a smile; she knew was real. Life was too short, and she wasn’t willing to spare.