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Years passed by and Alia becam a sweet pretty young woman as fresh as flowers who began to comprehend life better and knew what kind of a life better and knew what was going on in this world. But shi wondered what kind of a life she would be living., for society was tough and obstinate and attached no importance whatsover to girls. She did not own her life,only her dreams and illusions. But would this innocent and blossoming girl fade away like a witherd flower? Would she be crushed like many other girls before her? Days followed their old rutine. Her heart opened up its gate in hope,long awaited hope,which so often frequented her heart and wrapped it with its warm and compassionate cloak;hope of winning the love ,the pur innocent love of her neighbour,who was her age. EVER SINCE SHE FELL IN LOVE SHE LIVED IN THE HOPE THAT LIGHTED UP HER life like a candle.