White Window

She was looking at the window, in a dreamy state of mind. She was thinking about how much her life had changed in the past year. She was thinking about how many new people she had come across, and how many left in the process of her life. She stared at the window absent minded, sinking in all the good and bad memories from the past year. She wondered why so much had to change. She wondered why she couldn't have been like that plain white window, that seem to not change in colour or shape, yet so perfect and clean. No body bothered it much either. It was just still there, at peace. She wondered why she couldn't be the same way, why she was never at peace with herself. Her wavering thoughts took her to her past when she fell in love for the first time. She remembered how she was un explainably happy and how she was always loved and at peace. It's all lost now though. The boy she loved never wanted her as much as she did, so she had to let go. Then, she remembered her first day of college, entering the world of medicine, little did she know then her life would take so many turns, and that she would fall in love with more people, but none of it could be like her first. She got into many 'not so nice' habits to cover her depression, but nothing helped her in believing that love truly exits. When she almost gave up on life is when she met new people, realised that good things were ahead of her, realised the value of living. She moved to The States to do her Masters in Gynaecology. She fell in love with Florida the moment she stepped in, but its not changed the emptiness within her heart. It's been more than a year, and she stares at this window every time she's depressed. she tries to think about ever positive thing that has happened in her life, but nothing made her feel better. And then, out of nowhere, something caught her attention, for the first time about the window. She went closer to see a black spot along with a mix of a few colours on it. When she tried to wipe it, she realised that it wasn't dirt, but actually the outer layer of paint had started to peel. Even though she knew that she wasn't supposed to damage any property in the small room she lived in, she had an irresistable urge to peel it completely. She followed her lead and slowly started peeling. It took her less than 10 mins to peel the paint from the entire window, because it was coming out as huge thick strips. Once she was done, she went breathless at what she saw, the window had a huge painting of a girl looking at the window and smiling. Beneath it was a small note that had hand painted words, 'To every girl who looks through this window, you're looked upon, and loved'