The grey ominous clouds blocked the golden rays of the sun. The mighty vast sky stood witness to the lonely meadow and the lady standing in it. The red ferns matched her meticulously embroidered dress. Her hair neatly crafted into a bun, leaving only a few tresses that blew with the whistling wind. The fog hounded my view. All I could see was the lady’s back. What lay on the other side remained a mystery , yet to be uncovered.

Now her story , is your story . I would love to know the story of her life from you!

-Ananyaa Sultania