The jewel you had was a ruby. Its expensiveness and fine edges were breathtaking and jaw-dropping.. Its rarity and quiet brilliance made it magnificent. Marble and river gravels, where the ruby was found, kept it for long, endured its redness, and saved it from damage. Yet, the one who found it damaged it to the core and lost it. The jewel was a vibrant red colour, not like zircon, found and afforded by everyone. You lost the gem. ~Zara M.
Hailing from the heart of Islamabad, she is an International Relations scholar, a passionate writer, and a devoted blogger. Addicted to wonder and utterly captivated by words, writing flows through her like a force of nature, effortless, inevitable, and boundless. For her, every sentence is an exploration, every story a world waiting to be unveiled.