That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
- I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud,
By William wordsworth
She studied the cut on her foot once and let out a long sighh... no the cut is not that deep but ya it stings...
guess she has become skeptic of such little things too overtime...dat carefree, vibrant, lively Kria is nowhere near to be found and seriously who cares about it now... ' life is alwaz a roaler coaster ride' she came to know about it at a very early stage of her life but never did she thought that she will face something like this again when she will be at a fix and so lost for heaven's sake. But ya Almighty has some other plans otherwise why on earth they decided on going for that ride? Why all of a sudden she bunked her ballad classes, she would never hav done if she was in her senses??? Why??? Urrgghhh... so many whys and ifs...
