The evening changed into night, covering the sky in a twinkling blanket. She sat on the roof and sighed. She wanted to escape this chaos, this drama, hatred and complications, and go into a world of her own.

‘’ I wish to live with the stars.”, she said to herself. “How wonderful it must be, up there!!” She marveled at how the stars are made of the same atoms as people on Earth. When she looked up at the stars, they gave her strength. They told her that they were with her, and supported her. When she looked at people, they told her she was weak. That she was worthless, caused only pain, and made people cry. How different they were, yet the same!

She knew she was unique. She was always different. While her classmates went around shouting and breaking rules, she delved into Shakespeare and Keats, and wove tapestries with her words. When her friends kicked balls on the field, she sat in a corner, sipping coffee and reading a book. Her friends were scared of the dark. The dark never scared her. She was mystified by it, and longed to explore the secrets it held.

And every night, she would come to the terrace, the wind blowing on her face, and talk to the stars. She would tell them, that she was tired of her life, and wanted to come to them. And though the stars never replied, she was convinced that the night sky was a beautiful place.

And like every night, she again asked the stars, “How is it up there?” And this time, they replied, “Its lonely and dark.”