it never was her fault to travel the other side of the road less taken. Not today and not even then. A bud she had been, who neither was allowed to see the daylight nor to blossom . . . always restricted by that conservative thinking surrounding her. Trying to love anyone was a far more rebellious thing for her, even one and a half year back . . . she still tried to take a flight but was shot down . . . and after being broken to the core she was left to follow the path provided.

- अनु