She sat at the foot of the tree, her knees drawn together to her chest. The sun was shining through the branches. It was such a relief after days of dense cold that chilled to the bones and drab grayness that squeezed the joy out of life! She lifted her face to the sun and basked in its glory, letting it caress her soft skin.
It had been a rough time for her. The pain still had her taking in shuddering breaths every now and then.
But this…. This was a new dawn and she radiated in it. She was certain that her period of mourning was over and her time of rejoicing had drawn nigh. Perhaps it was the implication of a bright glamorous day and such breath-taking scenery. The sun had finally broken through to touch the world with its sheen.
The tears that clung to her long lashes were shimmering in the early morning rays. This time, they were tinged with a taste of hope. She had run the race and fought the good fight: Emerging bruised by the blows of life, yet Victorious ……
For she had weathered her storm and broken through. She was a woman of strength, wearing her pain like stilettos: People could only see the elegance and beauty!!

I have always been a Lover of Stories. They indeed are a healing art. My desire is that the bold strokes of my writing shall leave lasting impressions on the souls of my readers. That these stories will grow us as much as we grow them. It is an honour to be indulged in caring about words that have meaning, breathed into life via the labourious Love of a writer! Gracias!