Raining illusion.

Paraesthesia held her heart in a position where nothing could work to bring her normal. Incorrigible her life was but still Zenia tried her best to get out of the water she knew she could never swim.

Zenia, 24 year old girl or i should jot down her introduction again. Zenia a fearless yet composed, intelligent but not industrious, diligent yet thoughtful, silently holding explosives in her. She was a mesmerising personality and according to her anyone could fall for her. Life had always been ruthless to everyone somehow. But hers was a mess.

Born somewhere in the middle of the year 1995, she was the north star of her family adopted or thrown away by her parents due to their massive work loads and professional committments. Her childhood swinged between isolation and utter silence. She webbed herself away from everyone ruminating over things like clouds, sky, stars, birds and trees. Often her paintings would speak for her thoughts. She would all day long wait for the moon and suddenly would turn her face away from everything. She was unpredictable but what a precious woman was she becoming.

Binding herself to nothing but a chaos inside her, she felt everyone was weird. Preponderantly secluded in her room she would talk to people who never existed organically and spiritually both. Acclimatising to people seldom visiting her and her old aunt’s love who used to take care of her, Zenia could not never figure out her childhood well.

A disturbed mind growing suddenly grew brighter, entering school changed her life. She made actual friends, real people she could talk to, exchange her thoughts about wild berries and coconut centre and even frolic with them all day without being slightly exhausted.