She was tired of listening to the rumours
She knew to the fact that the people who spoke are not worth
her.
Jealousy, hatred were the kind of people she was surrounded
with.
When will this all end? She asked herself?
Inner soul of her replied “patience patience patience”
She sometimes had the courage to listen to every random talk
She sometimes felt broken, rejected, tormented to those
un-true stories, which had no meaning but added a spoon of gloominess to her cheerful life.
Fate plays it’s games, and she knew she can’t make the dogs
quiet.
This negative phase of life made her realize that
"Not every person
can be a friend and not every friend can be a friend forever"
