She was quiet, shy and probably insecure. She didn’t express much. She would say little, prefer silence over words. She was as taciturn as one can get. That was for sure. But the good thing was that once she got to know you, once she loved you, then you would know that without her letting out a single word because her eyes would light up, lips arching into a careless smile, her touch smooth and warm like the winter sun and her embrace would welcome your presence like nothing else would do ever in your life.