She sat there alone in the park.
There was no one to adore her, love her, hang out with her or wanted to be like her anymore.
She would just sit there for hours looking at the kids playing and remembering good old days of her stardom.
Once in a while a kid would come near her, but her scars scared them away.
There were times when out of her arrogance, she had rejected everyone who had loved her.
And now she sat alone with no one to love.
There had been no calls ever since this happened.
She still held an year old copy of The Times of India in her hands .
“Top Fashion Icon scarred for life in an unfortunate fire accident“, the front page headline read.