She’s here somewhere, craving over those popular candy whenever the ad popped in tv, who likes to play with those abandoned teddy bears lying around my room. She still draw the setting sun between the mountains with three crows here and there in the orange sky.
      Mostly she seems hiding behind me but comes out when I’m with my favourite people and rarely with others when I’m comfortable with them. Everyone likes her including me. I think she likes to be pampered so much that a thought of pat on head could make her giggle in happiness.
          We are same but different. As everything related to me is in monochrome, she’s full of colours. The cute wallpaper and themes in my phone between my dark/black ones is her doing. She talks with lil flowers, insects, or even to the sky and also to me sometimes. She’s the one who comfort me whenever I’m having a breakdown and calms me down if I’m irritated.
       Honestly I never understood a single thing she tells me all these time because I didn’t even know where is it coming from. But now, as I got to know more about her I think she wants me to represent by accepting her version of myself. Honestly I too wanted to be like her, all bubbly and cute all the time instead of self isolating from human race, cold myself but I don’t know how. But she never tried to force it into me and it looks like she knows me completely. Then there is me who took this much time to finally notice her.
         It was her who made people around me laugh, when I stood there clueless all these years wondering  what I’ve said to make them laugh like this. She was the exact opposite of me, but still people think it was me. NO. It was her, always. My doppelganger.