She was idling away at her Workstation. Tick-tock, hickory dock is all what she could hear in her head. No sounds, only some murmurs. Kicking herself away for another time for being stuck in the sands of time…not travellin to the gravitational pull, not getting whiffed away with the airs of blizzard. She was excited for her trip to home, been six months in counting. Still remember the day, when she left the place for all that was an illusion of a crafty wall, now fallen apart into shreds of broken promises. “The world is your arena”, all heard and savored again; “If you here things would change for better, and I would be yours for the times to come” are the words that scorn her ruthlessly in the rear-view mirror of fleeting life. He was leaving, finally the day is in counting and it would be an enduring severance, nothing can scar this truth, nothing can wipe it off from the memories of the girl who had forsaken everything for the end that left her with nothing but an absolute Void. It was showing on her, the Doctor’s prescription on anti-depressants and sleeping pills, her incommodious stance at people around her, she was heading for a doom. But still hopeful for a change, that will vary herself, bring her back to the life, give it back its lost meaning. Someday….!!