Once upon a time , there was a little girl. Her tiny eyes had the sparkle of the glitzy dreams of touching the sky one day. Her raw strength defied the pain, she had to endure in the pursuit of her dreams. Her soft skin witnessed the marks of her hardships in her chase. She was nonchalant to all the adversities, for she had to fly. She could not accept a failure and strongly believed that one day she will get her wings and that day she will soar high watching the world beneath her. Here I lie in the corner of her bed watching the time progressing by. I am a diary, a friend , as she fondly calls me, a witness of all her secrets, some of which even she is unaware of. Days and months and years have passed by; the little girl is a grown up woman now. She has developed fully grown broad wings. Her strength still remains a spectacle to be seen by the people around her. Her eyes still sparkle with the same glitzy dreams but what is that…..somewhere in the corner of her eyes, t