There was a storm in her head !!!

It was a long winter day and the door bell rings, I ran towards the staircase to open the door. It was Alisha, my bff !!! She seemed gloomy I knew something was not ok with her. She burst into tears without warning me of what is going to happen. All she needed was a hug from me which seemed like a mute button to her tears or like calmness after a heavy downpour. We sat around the round table across the window and it was when I realized the clouds were crying.Yes, It was raining. Alisha was speechless but she had lots to say. I knew she always bottled her emotions and showed the world that she was a strong girl.

You never think it can happen to you. Never. Not in a million years. Then it did and in the entire time she felt like she was in the eye of a hurricane. There was a sense of calmness because the worst had yet to come.

You know !!! Alisha was that kind of girl who would bottle up her emotions inside and look like nothing has happened.Strong,brave, bold,enduring,dauntless girl was Alisha with no fear of what will happen tomorrow but enjoy all of her present. They say Destinies are not alike and so was her fate unlike other normal girls around her. The storm of her past always haunted her even in her lively dreams. No mountains of anything good could destroy the hurricane in her mind which consecutively splashed in her head everytime. It was like a loop of a bad memory which never left her alone and till I know she is still dwelling in the dark hole.

It was a storm in her eyes which changed her life completely. It came into her life without warning and lasted for ten years of memory which she had barely narrated to me. The storm almost killed her and also changed the course of her life which only illusioned like a dark immortal cave with no end. She heard the resonating echoes of the hurricane everyday which almost strangled her to death. Alisha was merely swinging with hopes to see a rainbow someday. The winds have stilled and rains have stopped, But there is not a single day that goes by a wispy breeze and cannot remind of the hurricane. A hurricane whose name she can never forget, I will never forget ...

This storm was called cancer.