...and MoRe!

.....It was difficult to believe the way things had shaped up for her friend, Anayra. Mithya always admired and praised Anayra for being so open, honest and empathetic in life. She also knew that Anayra lived in her own world, away from sensibleness of life. Anayra’s hunt for a perfect love, of a dreamy acceptance to an undying passion, was never hidden from her. She hoped Anayra to find someone with that passion, but she also hoped that Anayra be practical. She knew Anayra was vulnerable – so much that she feared her to be an object of despair in front of others. She feared Anayra to get exposed to pains.

Her fears had come true today.

She wondered if she were to face such a situation, what would she do. Maybe she would have just let it be and let fate decide. Was it right to let fate decide for you? Or would you always try and turn on the wheels, per your decisions? Mithya would have taken a stance and not let fate decide her life.

But Anayra was different. It wasn't her life alone.

(I wonder if all this is getting boring or psyches you up for more?)