A New Day, is it?

Awash by the fresh rays of the morning sun soaking in itself each part of her timid frame,

As the glistening beams of golden struck her intoxicating pair of iris,

She twinkled her eyes open.

Fighting her inner clinomania, she finally moved from her supine position and headed towards the source of illumination.

The aurora has started drawing streaks of magic through the silver clouds,

Oh! How she wished the overcast sky of last night to go away.....her heart thumped loudly on the sound of the sky breaking...

However, as she opened the windows wide, the petrichor consumed her,

She was calmed down by the only giveaway of the thunderous downpour.

She inhaled the scent a few more times while looking at the serene view awaiting her compliment,

The lush green field, each blade of grass grasping a single piece of diamond, as if anticipating someone to bead a beautiful crown out of them for the morning princess,

The velvety red roses were busy singing poems of passion, waiting to be adored behind an ear,

The virgin lilies were swaying to the melody of the gentle breeze,

As her pair of orbs lingered on the sight in front of her, they ceased on the single sunflower at a corner.

The innocent golden petals, wretched, miserable, crest-fallen.......Oh! The storm last night, the other flower pots were saved, they did not face the direct wrath of the rain,they were guarded by some larger trees.

But this pure flower was out there in the storm, alone, deserted, unprotected.

And she did not need anyone to protect her, she was a warrior, tested by time to become her own shield.

Trying to overcome the last night's torment, she writhed in pain, squirmed herself, yearning for the sun, and.........

And finally, she succeeded!

A small smile crept over the face of the only spectator of her battle, the girl by the window.

Suddenly, a bell rang and her smile vanished, she sighed.

Still leaning on the windowsill, she laughed a little, trying hard to suppress her cries, yet a muffled sob could be heard.

What a play nature staged today morning, showing her a big part of her life in a few minutes, yes, at this point, she could relate her entire life with the little sunflower.

However, she knew that she is still going through the process, and it would take a little more time for her, to finally.......succeed.

Yet, the life of a juvenile delinquent was tough, very tough for an immaculate soul like hers.

Yes, she was in a slightly modified prison right now.

She still remembers that dark night, same as the one which recently passed,

She had received an excellent result for her pre-boards, and they were dining happily, her little family, she and her mother, and not to forget, the infant brother of hers, sleeping soundly.

Out of nowhere, a familiar looking man, oh yes, an infamous goon of their slum, barged into their small room.

With hound- like eyes, he eyed them like a predator and moved towards her mother first, though they were traumatized by the sudden turn of events, they put up a fight.

But he proved to be stronger.

In an abrupt move, he pushed her mother and started moving towards her.

Suddenly, an ichor coursed through her veins and in a fit of rage, she picked up an iron rod resting at a corner of the room, and........

His lifeless body was lying, his vile blood flowing out of his head.

Her mother coped up with the situation, and tried to take away the metal piece from her hand, but she refused and calmly made her understand that she had to stay back, for the little soul still sleeping soundly.

In a while, the slum was filled with police sirens, hustling and bustling going on, then with all the court trials and sentences, she ended up here.

She was tired, too tired, she had missed her exams too.

Another ringing of bell brought her back from her thoughts.

Now she had to go, afterall she was a juvenile delinquent.

She took a final glance at the little sunflower, 

she smiled, she knew she had a long way to go, and she would go, 

She was a fighter that night and she is a fighter today,

She would fight, fight for herself, and she would finally........succeed, and live life, with all her glory, and.... freedom.................