A messy girl behind the perfect winged eyeliner.

A girl who'd admire and pay attention to all the stories she reads as much as to the flowing locks of her hair.

A girl who re-reads a line from a book again and again because someone talked in between and she couldn't pay enough attention to it.
A little girl hidden inside the most mature girl who can sit by the window staring at the starlit sky every night with the same enthusiasm with which a child marvels at his toys.

A girl who is always calm and poised but also feels the urge to throw someone's phone out of the bus' window for playing a musically video near her ears at full volume.
A girl who is conscious of every little minute details around her like a dog crossing the road with a litter of puppies, an old man perfectly balancing the castle of bricks- his bread and butter, atop his head, a souffle of clouds playing hide and seek with the sun, the leaves swaying elegantly with the wind's symphony.

A girl, who has a weird habit of reading all the name boards of the shops while walking down the street.

A girl to read between the lines, to see what she don't put on display. A girl who wants to discover the parts of her which even she's unaware of.