‘And where exactly do you think you are going?’
‘My evening walk?’
‘But, where are you heading? How long will you keep drifting? I’m getting older by the second’.
‘O maa! Not now…I don’t know whats written, do I?.... I’ll be back in an hour’.
‘Huh! But you chose to drift, didn’t you? You quit to find new paths!.....You knew what was written then? You just knew you were in a stalemate, didn’t you?’
‘NO, I didn’t know!…nor did I have any illusions…I just followed my heart’.
‘Huh! You don’t have the luxury, girl…Dreams are better at bedtime. Don’t chase an illusion. You will only fall flat with a void too tough to handle alone’.
‘Maa, I don’t know about my dreams or what I am in for. And the recession isn't helping either! The thing I’m sure about is, that, I came back for you….Bye..will be back in an hour…keep the dough ready'.