She was in a trance.
She wanted to touch the sky.
But something held her firmly to the ground.
She couldn’t.
But she wanted to touch the sky.
She was in a ‘pensive mood’.
She had no friends.
Twisha was all alone by herself.
She was on a high.
But she wanted to fly high.
And she failed.
Then there he was.
Roni was he called.
Just like a click of fingers or a wave of the magic wand.
She was in a trance.
She wanted to touch the mountain tops.
Nothing held on to her this time.
She could.
She wanted to touch the sky.
She was in a ‘pensive mood’.
She had A friend.
Twisha was with Roni.
She was on a high,
She was flying high…