Choice, Swamy had started despising the word. For her, it was an immortal devil. She had always avoided making choices in haste—that could lead to regrettable decisions. But to her utmost displeasure, life had always thrown her in circumstances where she had to choose. Often, her decisions were bad or worse disastrous where she had only to repent. However, this time the devil was not alone. It had brought along with it a very uninvited guest—dilemma.
‘I am nothing…I cannot be anything! Those hopes, expectations…I’ve lost all of it again along with myself.’ The thought stung.
Her whole life of nineteen years had flashed in front of her eyes and yet she’d the nerve to be uncertain.
When she was young, she was happy, lively, and fearless. She knew to take risks, to rely on
