A story of her

Well how could one describe her. She was vibrant, full of life, could make friends with any stranger she would meet, would connect to any person she met as if she had known them since ages. She would laugh and enjoy life as it came. She had no big ambitions as she had awakened once and there was no turning back. Everything in the Universe felt connected and everything seemed a fact, yet she could not erase the illusion that life of humans today was, from her memory.
In her childhood years, She was a nerd along with some interests in Arts almost all through her teenage and; was almost the most favorite child of her parents until just recently. She managed to finish her studies abroad and united with India, her native place, whose colors, life, earthiness always called her while the time she was out.
She was convinced that most of her family, friends, and relatives considered her a fool as she decided to leave a lucrative career in research which could have brought her good bucks and a luxurious life abroad. But the fire of the passion inside her heart was such that she went ahead and felt free to explore whatever she wanted to.
There was a remarkable paradox - She connected virtually with every living being around almost effortlessly, yet when it came to follow her instincts, and dreams, she did not fail to be oblivious of the social/peer pressure so overwhelmingly present all around. Even after several warnings from her friends and family she could not help but trust anybody on earth. She just could not do that.

She appeared to be a very confident, charming and friendly personality, but at the core of it there was something which hardly anyone knew. She had no goals except to take care of people and animals around; and it was very difficult for her to have long term memories that are needed in any areas of research or to have long term goals. Her interests were in line with this particular characteristic - she would love to take photos from very different angles, as she was very much present in all those moments she captured, BUT, she could not easily make up stories on those photos, as that required long term memory application.
She often consciously was present to this thing happening to her, and was the only one who knew the origins of it, to which we shall dig in later.
Well, for now she was no more a favorite child of her parents. Reason being her failure to FOLLOW ONE PARTICULAR PATH IN LIFE. She was helpless and no words could describe what she had experienced during awakening, but she only knew it to be true. She spoke less and less, as things she said did not make sense in the world where she deliberately chose to come and live in. At times she did regret her coming back, but at the same time, knew that she was needed here..