I saw her.. Sitting there, all alone.. Somewhere in the mountains on the shores of the lake.. Cold dry wind was talking to her chopped lips, touching her hair, making them messy.. The freezing cold water of the lake was touching her feet and the frowning lines were clearly visible.. There ain’t any sign of…

A cafe on the edge with a valley down below, and a view of the high peaks of the Himalayas far away. She grabbed a chair at the giant glass window with a book and a coffee. The sky was changing colors; from yellow to orange, from red to pink. She turned a page, and…