A random girl

At last a random girl... Whose lips are Red as parched Rose petals and eyes are adorned with Kohl ... Beyond them she seems a total mystery....  
Her skin is beaming as if snow is spread over mountains and valleys... Underneath which lies her firm faith and beliefs and somewhere must be her past scars which can deafen anybody when echoes.    
But what intrigues me most is the existence of her own self just like fragrance intrigues one in cool breeze....    
The beauty of her hairs is far beyond words. One who goes exploring, eventually gets entangled...    
Who am I ? ... I have been asking myself...    
But I shall ask you.... Where am I? .... Is this a dream?