I meet her everyday. A young woman she seemed. Poised, careful, calm and keeping it together. Even her laughter seemed to be measured. 
One day, i hear the most happy laugh i had heard in a long time. I turn around, and I see her. 
Perhaps something in her had found freedom. Maybe she was doing what she actually wanted to do. 
May be after all, she was just a girl. Maybe at that moment she forgot about the woman in her that everyone expected to see.
Though i meet her everyday, I met the happy, chirpy, bright girl today for the first time.
I now intend to make friends with her and make sure i see her often.