Born in poverty, raised in adversity, she grew up amidst challenges.

Her talent was grudgingly noticed, remained unacknowledged and never encouraged. She was expected to lead a mediocre life, try to excel at things she did not like, and be constantly berated for non-achievement. She tasted toxicity, survived it and learnt to hit back at the narcissistic psychopaths surrounding her.

She was not a narcissist herself. She discovered her own talents over a period of time. She excelled -because at one stage, she thought she was inadequate. She breathed free – because at one stage, she felt incarcerated. The star made an appearance on the horizon, because she knew that nothing is forever.

She was the stuff legends are made of.

(120 words)


Weekend Writing Prompt #85


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