When she entered her childhood days room, she came face to face with her mysterious secret fuchsia wall color. She have never seen this wallpaint anywhere else till date and still wonder what made her choose this, even when pink and shades of that was never her favorite. This was chosen only with the intention of giving a different perspective for the room from the rest of the house, which was a shade of chocolate brown.
And now after some years out in the world, but yet so tied down to the roots, she fear from taking that step away from the crowd. She know what she want. Know how badly her heart desires to plunge into that direction. Yet her legs shake at the mere thought of going through that path, going against the world, without no one to hold her back, no one to give that assurance smile, without one to say "It's OK, you're going to be fine".
She always had her own set of dreams, opinions and ideologies. But somewhere down the lane she lost it someday. How much she searched, they were never found.
Setting back to the past, she couldn't even recognize herself from her yesterdays. Herself when she was a child, who never cared about the world, or how other's gonna rate her but who believed in her dreams and gripped tightly to that. Or as a teenage tomboy, who lived life as if there's no tomorrow. But as the numbers in the age scale increased and days in earth decreased, looks like she was also plunged deep into the society norm. Where risks were just to be seen far from a distance and if your dreams are not the ordinary one then you better stop dreaming. Thou, you learn to lead this very ordinary life at some point you stop in the midway not wanting to go forward, still not knowing how to go back and start again. That's the real crossroad of your life and one she was facing right now.
Now at this moment sitting here and looking out at the never ending ocean, she was searching for all the answers in its depths. Hoping that they'll reach out from the deep blue to her all by themselves...