She was strong headed. She was independent. She liked to live life on her own terms. She damn cared about 'what people think'. So when she moved into the new colony, this 27 yr old just loved one thing apart from her boyfriend- her independence. So much that she didn't care to acquaint herself with, leave alone befriend, anyone in the colony. She lived this way for 3 yrs..she didn't talk to people around because she was afraid they may get 'sticky' and then a hindrance in her independent, self styled schedule and lifestyle. They might join her in their group and make her a part of their bitching session against another group. They might make her feel less free about what to do, how to do, how to live. This was the newly found freedom of adulthood she savoured.

Now she is alone. Almost everybody around seems to have friends, exchanges casual chatter in mornings and evenings. They laugh together, sing together, and perhaps even back-chat together. But nobody talks to her and she to nobody. She is, an island, all alone, now that her boyfriend is working in another place. She is not very close to her family. Nobody knows what all she goes through. It begins with silence and ends with silence these days.

She tries to find out what went wrong or what can be corrected, only to be overwhelmed with tears.