let me tell you a story...

There was this little girl..
who lived in her own dreams..
sometimes she smiled...
but no one saw her dimples..
because.. there were no dimples...
because.. no one saw her smile..
no one saw how beautiful her heart was...
she was in some wonderland...
she wanted to runaway from there..

There was this little boy..
who dreamed of himself a hero..
he lived in his comic books..
a world that seemed real...
he goes from place to place...
from Gotham city to even Krypton..
he can run..he can fly..
he lived without a mask in his face...

There was this small town...
far away from street racers and hookers..
a small town..where...
everyone knew everyone..
people meet each other
and greet each other..
a town full of love and no hatred...
a town where nothing was complicated..

Time is time..it went on and on..
this little girl thought about this boy..
and this boy thought about this girl
neither the girl met the boy..
nor the boy met the girl...
and town remained the same town...
nothing changed.....
and that persistence is known as life..
because...
lives end but.. life has no end.