“Once upon a time…”, “a long time ago…”, etc., are phrases where the unsaid begins to speak.

I have been curious since my childhood to know whether there is at least a single being on earth who doesn’t have any unsaid things. If any of you belong to this category, comment down!! Not that I want to chat or anything—just a curiosity to know whether such beings exist.

All these things I have said are relevant to most of us, I guess.

I want to take you all into a storyline where a girl and her thoughts run down like a stream. So, to start with the girl, whose name is Prah—she is always drenched in thoughts, not even a second free from them. She has been interested in many things since her childhood. Some of them include dancing, acting, writing, exploring new things, etc., etc. She was also passionate about being a shayar. The reason I have mentioned this is very crucial, which I guess you all have known by now; if not, you will get it before this tale ends.

Like the rest, she also had the same childhood chosen by her parents—the schooling, playing, eating, everything related. She was a kind, sweet, down-to-earth person. Her smile and conversations melted many hearts.

This tale began when she gained the ability to recognize, talk, explore, and understand things on her own. She always had thoughts lingering—thoughts that were about to slip out of her mouth but got stuck. She had a lot of things to talk about, speak of, and share with many around her, but couldn’t. Saying no even when she felt uncomfortable, because it might hurt others. Asking for help even when she needed it the most, because it might disturb the others. Not being social even when she was the most excited, because someone of her own might not want it.

Not one or two—the count has no limit—where her thoughts stopped her from being herself. Though sometimes it was unruffled, most of the time it got flooded, despite her being calm. She never had big dreams or goals. All she ever wanted was to be free—free from all the stuff that kept her away from herself.

She endured as much as she could, but one day she lost her composure. Yet, she didn’t utter a word. That is when her pen began to speak…!!