She was strolling past the snow carrying pines when the wind of reminiscence started blowing in her mind. The wind started retrieving the memories she had always kept safe in her conscious which had started lingering in her sub-conscious too, by then. Each so vivid and clear that she could almost live them again whenever she recalled'em. They had the same impact on her as they had had, years ago. She couldn't help drowning in the ocean of those memories, losing herself and feeling helpless while her vision got blurred for a moment and she danced joyously in the other. As she rambled past the streets she could see eyes peering at her, faces bearing smiles. She suddenly started feeling diffident. A wave of quiver shook her awake and she returned to their world. She could see those smiles mutating and appearing as sneers to her. She used to ask people about the people who none knew existed, about incidents that had never happened. "She is a maniac", this is what everyone said about her. She used to keep herself engrossed in the world of her own, in her world of hallucinations, with people only she knew, making and living in the stories of her own, ever since she lost her family in a car accident.