After she arrived...!

Now that she's here, she's found her way
She did not want to be stopped, never to be bogged down
And appeared her own, when she first arrived.
And now, she continues to fly... high!

The queue she broke, that lead she took
Hook or crook didn't turn back to look
She had her way, well crafted, routed, on track
And the rest would have had to fall back

Her destiny, she's always known
Fearless, she's grown
Up, above she climbs
Over the ground, cloud and skies

Blank Papers...!

Something had changed, drastically so. Why else would there be blank papers in place of a novel? Rajni collected them and rubbed her fingers in an attempt to look for washed words. It did rain the last night, just like any other, nothing unusual. Or so she thought.

When Rajni first discovered the neatly arranged white sheets that looked right out of the original wrapper, she was confused. I had not purchased these in a long time, she murmured and went around looking for the manuscript. Her writing room had always been messy, yet her hands reached the right places at her will, without much effort. Room was wet with rains and water ran down to the ground floor below the writing room. She took the stairs and slid down.