"Rain" competition entry

Follow the journal of Rose until the day she has to lose all of her memories for the sake of a human experiment.
Experience her first love and the outcome of this unexpected turn in her life.

I was a 16 year, quiet, under confident girl and a boring kind of a girl. I am about five feet five tall and have a nice body with tanned body complexion and black hairs that comes upto my breasts when I keep them open but I never found myself attractive or beautiful.

This is the sad story of a girl named 

 “दादाजी” शालिनी कुछ:सिकुड़ी हुई सी दूर खड़ी हुई।

It is the first poem that I've written . I wrote it when I was still in high school . I was able to write this poem because of the guy I admired so much :DD

"Happy is the man
who finds true friend.
Far happier is the man
who finds a true friend
not like just a friend
but in life as his wife." 

The Bright Rays Of An Autumn Sun Fell Upon The Richly Stained Glass,
Sending A Flood Of Soft, Mellow Rainbow Tinted Light Through The
Quaintly Curved And Deeply Mullioned Windows Which Adorned A Portion Of
The Eastern Wing Of That Grand Old Baronial Residence, Vellenaux, On A
Fine September Morning, At The Period During Which Our Story Opens. This
Handsome Pile, Now The Property Of Sir Jasper Coleman, Had Been Erected
By One Of His Ancestors, Reginald De Coleman, During The Reign Of The
Fifth Henry.

„Bow man, to hear My word, and pray to God to give you holy faith in My coming af-ter the man, for the will of the Father Sabaoth is to draw the man to the Father by My coming as it has come now, carrying Me as word over the earth.”