She has come again. Nobody likes her; everyone tries their best to keep her away but she often comes at my open door and sits by my side. I can see her soul in her tearful eyes because she is so honest and true to her soul that she can't be fake. If she is with you, then she gives her whole to you. She is so lonely and sad but I believe she has a soft and kind heart because she comes without invitation. When you ask her name, she shyly says, "Sadness.".