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She walked in her white, flowing, flared dress towards me. I saw her walk past me towards the end of the Necklace's southern end and take U-turn and come back towards me. The sun was sprinkling heat while the waves gushed over the artificial rocks beneath my feet. I could feel the salt sitting on my lips and the sea sprayed the salty mist over my body. The Queen's Necklace-is always exquisite at the dusk or the dawn. And at night it looks like the veranda of an Indian traditional house during festivals of Diwali, as if the mother of the house has lightened every corner of its space with tiny little oil lamps with equal distance to take away its darkness, and fill it with warmth of love. With the twinkling lights of skycrappers on one hand and deep sea on other, what element would be missing? Looked like a mixture of high and low to me. Queen's necklace has that feeling of being home. It's pouring couples madly in love or infatuation, people either to celebrate or grieve, hawkers selling stuff you might need there; hot tea to soothe the soul, chilled Kulfis to beat the heat, some sell bubbles to add a break to you thought bubbles and some toys to keep the kids occupied. But now in the afternoon, I was sitting here all alone and this otherwise overcrowded place looked like a secluded dune to me. She sat next to me. Her mint flavored fragrance made me crave for a Mojito. I shut my eyes to listen to the melodious sound that the sea made. I wonder if anyone ever gets bored of the rustling those waves make? "Tough day, huh?", there was an instant acceptance in her voice. I nodded while I tried to look at her, but the sharp natural halogens that the sunlight and sea waves formed, made it difficult. Her hair were short, only about an inch or two, straight and spiked and they were colored with every possible color you might imagine. Her eyes sparkled or was it the reflection of the ocean? Her skin was pale, delicate and uneven. she was skinny but in her own beautiful way. She needed no introduction, she spoke like we were old friends who shared the same tiffin. I told her how I am going low on life, struggling with myself and sorting things. I thought I am the only one fighting a battle. After which she only asked me one thing, "Why?". I had no clue. The people you meet while traveling, turn out to be your friends in a short span. Even before you know, you unlock secrets. We kept talking until the sun painted the canvas red, yellow, orange and made the sky burn into flames. It was ready to wave a goodbye for the day. She told me I should travel whenever it makes me feel low. "Traveling is a medicine that's cheap", she said. To which I started doubting her common sense. "There are places even around your own town which you might not be knowing. Who says you need a flight, hotel and tourist pass to travel? You don't always need to get to Bali to awaken your spiritual health. "You know, today I woke up and got dressed. Today, I got out of the house on my own after 11months; without any help and knowing that today's travel wouldn't lead me to the same corridors, to the same smell of chemo drugs that penetrated inside me, to the needles that had pierced almost each inch of my body; even if I am traveling to the same city. And just like that, the city looks so beautiful with a different perception. Every journey is different, even if it's just a bus ride, all you need is those eyes to see it!" Her hair, her delicate and pale skin, her skinny body, her tired face; everything made sense. We stood up and walked towards the famous juice center, I otherwise Won't even bother Suddenly, everything looked so precious with different perception. Suddenly, I noticed the rainbow in she carried with herself in her crown.