White... Everywhere she could look.. It was all white. Khushi felt so at peace.. Snow, it felt so nice under her feet. Strange, she was bare feet in snow... Why???
Who cared?? Khushi felt like jumping, tracing different patterns, prattling around in the snow.. It was so rare that it snowed.. She wanted to enjoy it to the fullest..
She stretched out her hands to gather the falling snow into them... The hard, cold breeze striking her face felt really nice... Why?? She didn't know.. The cold blistering storm technically should have hurt her cheeks, then why did it feel so good? Why did she feel so at ease in the cold???
