She is the force, that you end up<br />reading about in thick novels. She is <br />the kind of woman, you adore,<br />for being so content with messy hair.<br />She is the kind, who would<br />decline whatever the mankind would exalt-<br />and redesign everything that is<br />inclined to remind her<br />of how strongly, the society wants her confined.<br />To this girl, on a romantic date,<br />he asked the question inaccurate-<br />"Honey, why do you always take the road<br />that is so untold, hard and loathed?"<br />She thought of giving him a second chance,<br />and resisting any anger-loaded advance,<br />She replied, "Why do you speculate, <br />that I choose my fate,<br />imagining there are two roads?