The minute you walk into her room, you can smell the pot pourri in that beautiful blue vase sitting in the window bay, and a candle leaning against with the wax dripping down the side. Her room was on the top floor and had a slanted roof on one side that had a huge window letting the sun right through. The other walls were bright and vibrant with colours and pictures adorned on them; most of them were of her friends and family. The beds was pushed against the window so she could look out and see the dew drops on the leaves and birds chirping about in the morning. Her mother had always enjoyed early mornings and would come wake Ella up at 6am just so they could cuddle and sit on the window seat and look at the morning sky, and share a cup of coffee. It had now been two months since her mother passed away, Ella found it hard being home without her around and so she would walk around the block, or hang around the mall till the sunset. She spent the rest of the time cooped up in her room, having make believe conversations with her mom, sharing her day with her, asking for advice about boys. Because of this, the only time she had left to study was at night, once dinner was done and she had bid her dad good night. Time would go by and she would be at her desk trying to study, struggling to complete the Math assignment and the Computer record when tears would bite her eyes; she would end up picking up a cushion with her mom’s photo on it and snuggling it as she let the tears flow. She knew she had to get a hold of herself and not let the grief wear her down, gritting her teeth, grabbing the bottle of water, she got back to her desk to slave for a couple of more hours just so she can pass and make her dreams of becoming an architect come alive.Aaarti .. from RR