22 JUN 2017 AT 3:11

It's a Saturday night. You see her at the bar
The lights, though dim,
You can still notice her black dress calling you from afar.
She's there at the counter. Sipping a glass of wine
Your eyes search for her friends.
And spotting none, you find the situation just fine.
So you go near her and pass a polite hello.
She looks at you, makes a grim face and keeps shut.
Now that your petty male ego is hurt
You do the obvious. Tell your friends she's an ugly slut.
You take seconds to wreck her character,
Not bothering to see what she's hiding behind her anger.
When the makeup goes down and the lights are off,
There's a girl who hasn't let her inner child die.
Who prefers fairy tales over sci fi.
Someone who can leave you in tears
Whether it be by her humour
Or the words she writes by conquering her fears.
Now if you question her for her trust issues
Well, it's her life and she has all the right to choose.
Yes. She is an introvert.
Life has been hard on her. But she's yet not given up.
And this is how she's always been.
She isn't in search of a prince charming,
But working on her dreams to be a queen.

- Nandini