In loving memory of M who lost her life because of unknown or unrevealed reasons.

She died in silence with her nails painted in black, her favourite colour. Doctors are yet to confirm if it was choking on metaphors that caused the death or hanging on decisions.

M lived among flowers, books, stories and music. M was an ardent Ali sethi fan that she had Ranjish hi sahi pasted on her fourth heart valve. She lived to listen to people since she couldn't articulate her words effortlessly. But infront of people who gifted her a courage and easiness, she felt confident. She felt blessed for all their kindness and she will never forget it, as per her letters found in one of her pockets.With them she holded the hands of grief gently and laughed without care. Her hands have clutched things that wounded her, her mouth were filled with words that strangled her. So she rarely let herself breathe unapologetically. Yet she tried. She was a wind chime that served as a window for others and she was happy and proud of that. 

A flower was quoted saying that she had long walks withvher ambitions but then she lost her feet. There were no exchanges in return as confirmed by the fairy-tale committee.

It was said that once she used to be so angry and scream but then she was softened for a prolonged period with smiles and then there was nothing. 

 Her friends pointed out that according to her she had lived so much. She called herself once "an over cooked bread" because she was once an over achiever and now a nothing. She never wanted anyone's validation and that is a thing she was sure of herself. She was obsessed with fertain things but unfortunately we have no idea on it, since she was secretive. Some may see this behaviour as a fear of judgments, but mostly she kept everything to herself. If it was too hard for her to handle she used to sleep for hours and read.These coping mechanism was her temporary escape from 7 second loop of world.

Among her possessions are books she dearly adorned and hopes to find home. She wanted to let everyone she loved to know that their kindness did make a difference and that's what kept her going. 

She was an almost and nobody . She was never the first choice and she knew it. She had denounced everything she never had.  

She told friends about the crazy dream of travelling with books and we sincerely hope she will be reincarnated as a cloud, and thus fulfill her world tour.


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