Daffodils....She sits thinking .....

She found a kind of inertia in moving about coolly in studies,those seem to be the only time pass for her . But spending time on studies was a major problem.The start is a bit of a mental hurdle.
She used to think about what happened as if it were a irepairable damage. If you look closely you could find her eyes getting ready to drip ,with the first ball of tears ready to trip... When she pulled her muscle of the face to hide her feelings and .........................
Its a plausible feeling which enables me to wonder. She may be lost in her world.The book s lay opened in the vicinity,not far away is a clock that made the least sound but it did not bother her and nor was it bothered.They sat together face to face but in two different worlds.
No sound could be heard.If we can hear whats in her mind , there may be a lot of noise in her silent mind,which die inside her for the want of a life. Some voices are too strong they take us to a different world ,
and then the clock struck 12,bleeping to remind that her presence was not alone.
A awe generation of some inner symphony.But for the flow of certain thoughts brain activity is at its lowest.
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She opened the drawer and took out a card. Again she droops back into the seat. A telephone call woke her up from a nap in the afternoon.