When things don't look calling out to you. (Read Caption) Its been years Viola has been facing her dreaded fears without struggling to even come out of them. She is a weak self help book more than you think, a stronger can look at a wrestling match. There are times when she feel not going out will worth more than her being alone all the time. She is a girl next door whose neighbour never let go any chance chiding their own children, giving her reference as someone perfect and they should learn from her. She speaks less and wear more strong complexion on her collar. Her mask never fades away and she carry jukebox on her lips. Looks like a perfect touch up for everyone's worn out make-up. Everyone thinks she goes to her office but all she could walk is four miles away from the eyes of her city to reach a place of her own. There she lay on the greener side of grass breathing heavily. No one knows about her until one day, someone saw her. A quite reliable story, your secrets will never remain secrets as they have been presaged by the wind that travels far beyond the reach of silence existence. Let's name the person who saw her, Zen. Zen was not everyone's cup of tea, he was that unusual nerdy corner seat student who loves to read a lot rather than making friends. Well, he had a best friend but he died and since then he was left all alone. He was the one boy who leaves her home without telling anyone where he is going coz he himself have no idea where he will go this time, you can call him a wanderer. On that very day, Viola left her home saying she will be late. Now, Zen is standing infront of Voila. They never talked before but passed through each other everyday. Zen was confused as was Voila, she was two year older than him. Voila took her words together and breathed, Hi! I just took a off for a day.
