The Girl whom I see everyday.

When I see her, I feel like she has born to struggle all her life. She never got what she wanted. Family is something that you can always count on but not in her case rather She takes all the responsibility of her family. She supports them by providing them everything. All her hard earned money goes to household expenses and that poor girl, she gives all her money to them without even saving a penny for her.

When I look at her I see a pure soul, a soul so strong that can lift a lot of weight on her shoulder. When I see her I just can't stop thinking about her. I heard someone was saying that she is as strong as her mother. I guess they were right because all these young girls get this heart of a soldier from their mother.

Every morning I see her with the headphones, walking to the bus stop from where she takes the bus to her work place and I wonder what songs does she listens to and what does she think? When she looks outside the window.I want to board the same bus that she takes but I always fail to do so because I'm afraid if I go close to her she would know that someone is keeping an eye on her. I don't want to let her know that I see her and follow her to the bus stop every day. When she disappears I wonder how she looks like at her work place, whether she tries her hair back to a pony tail or she just let it fall to her back. I wonder how she deals with all the people she met there and how does she keep a big smile on her face even after getting too tired. What keeps her going? What motivates her? Maybe the needs of her family or maybe the dream that she has in her eyes and a promise to herself that one day she'll have her life in her own way.

I don't know what she thinks,

I don't know what she wants.

I don't know why she hustles so much

I don't know any of it but I do know that whatever she wants she'll get one day.Where ever she wants to go, she'll be there one day. I want to tell her "one day all her hardwork will pay her back with interest" and I hope one day she'll have a laughter, instead of a mere smile.

Written by Akash chhetri

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