I let every grain of sand slip through my fingersAs the wind carried them away; Some drops of rain absorbed by the sand,Some dissolved in the sea.I'd go back carrying no tracesOf where I'd been,But the sand settled between my fingers,And the grains falling off from my toes.I wouldn't soil the carpet on the floorIf only I'd known...

That was the thing about her. When you told her about an incident where you so badly screwed up, half expecting her to laugh at you in amusement, half anticipating a smirk of disgust, she would hardly express her pity or maybe she did express what she felt, for she would just nod her head, gesturing you to go on... As if it's normal... As if you're normal.

No matter how "normal" people look, living "ordinary" lives, everyone has a story to tell. And may be, just like you, everyone else is a misfit too.

The same tree has different shades of green;Each leaf is unique, growing on the same twig.Some veins wiggle too much,Some networks- almost a mush.Blossoming buds of the same branchDo not take the same time to grow.Then how do you think you'd fit inIn this strange world, away from home?