Anjali

Who is she? She is like that instant of the evening sun that when reaches, provides us the last rays of hope before the darkness arrives, She is twilight. She is like that party balloon that stays hung up at the highest ceiling throughout the night, spreading warmth and yearning to all, She is happiness. She is like that swinging girl, curls abound, harbinger of a golden sun with each half of her round, She is laughter. She is like that water drop that aims for the little wild flowers along the river bed, adding to their inheritance the spectrum of the rainbow. She is love. She is Anjali.