She

She, she was the one feared of going out, feared of showing the world how beautiful she is, not the way you might find her out attractive but still she was beautiful.

She had no hair bands, no eye shadows even no lipstick but still she was beautiful. She was courageous enough to work at shop selling grocery in spite of begging. She dreamt of weighing the weight of bangs on shoulder but now she had the weight of her brother. She kept the scare aside and worked hard not to live but to survive. She was the light, she was the hope and she was everything to his brother.

She had no dream of her own and she died every day for the darling dreamers still she was beautiful.

One smile on that simpleton face, her hands in dried and curly hair, that sweet and mannered talking to every person, the humble request.

Can you imagine her? Can you imagine how beautiful she is? Yes! It may take you a second.

She was the mother of her own brother, she had the responsibility. She was the mother, yet and still she was beautiful. She deserves to be the beautiful.