She was pale and limp.
She wasn’t sure if she’d ever be beautiful by popular opinion.
She sat patiently on my desk. She watches caterpillar chews lime leaves, memorised spider’s jumping track, and learnt the meaning of mynah birds’ squawks.
One day when the wind was still and nothing much was happening, she looked at herself and realised she’s now bright and colourful.
She is Runa.
See a video of Runa below.