She could have quit, but she chose to brawl more...

"Do I look like a freaking insane? Why should I care if he doesn't?" She yelled and strode down the terrace hitting the doorway. It was pretty ample for a mom to be maimed, going down the villa of memoirs she kept burried beneath the sentiments of attache some 26 years back.

"Congratulations mam, you are blessed with a loving daughter" the sister surpassed her contentment. That night was absolutely not a leaning one for the young liberated lady who pampered her wombs for 9 long months, imploring single bit of her clock to reproduce a lad, not because a tot is a curse, just to win a miniature of love from the one she skips a bit of heart just through a glimpse, her spouse. It was 2 November 1992 when she picked the choice of holding his hands, she called the love of her life. The nature itself was partaking in the glee of the newly married couple. Everywhere it was the smiling faces which added up the bulk of amusement to a height. That day was a craving stone for a lady who stepped in to a new sphere of crumbling emotions, dilapidated sentiments. Little did she know it was not worth suffering with the man, she revealed her love for. Still she held on, waiting for the instance of care, her fate invaded. But the destiny has a poor norm to laugh at your trusts and crave more deeper, always. Then how can she be rescued from the keen black hole of fate, she had faith on !

People says, time is the best revenge and reward as well. It was not proved fair for the one who sprinted her whole life, sometimes to rescue her and the other, to build a new planet afar from the rays of ruthless soul for a baby who is quite innocent for this mask wore society. After breaking the chains of curse she put on her own path, she dreamt all the happiness for her daughter that wasn't on her torn fate, a mate for life with all certainties of love, beliefs. But, today after a prolonged battle of her with herself, she failed. Her destiny was howling to make her quit on the belief of good things do happen. She is broken, collapsed on her own thoughts she weaved years ago. Once again, a heart dwindled deeper down rushing each of the page of beliefs a writer can vomit out. 

"Good things do happen, my child", the father smiled peeping at the lady, who swapped her path to church from the stranger feeling she used to trust in. The woman looked up with no Ray of hope, and walked away to seek for nothing in that cruel sphere. It was surely a high time even for the almighty to make her alive on her hopes, aspirations when she had a glimpse on a well, folks mentioned as a wishing well. She persisted glancing at the fool who had a beam on his face after throwing a chit onto the mouth of the fool's airy hope. She laughed so hard and loud that the guy nodded his head towards her with astonished lashes. "Excuse me mam, may I know the meaning of your grin at me?" He bespoke calmly. "When this world has got nothing to shower upon you, how can you even expect from a well to compose your dreams, don't you think its a squander as per your watch ticks?" He smirked and replied, "may be you are true, but what if I die with a fistful of beliefs, does it maim bitter than expire with no wisdoms? I lost my girl because she thought I never cared for her, I was just making my way down deserving for her to admire mine. I step in regularly here and wish her to come back once, just for once. I am not regretful for the rejection, instead I am just devising myself to make her mine once before I quit breathing" 

She hovered silent for a hour or two right there with no alignments, and finally stood up like never did with a sigh puffing out all her perished beliefs to crisp afresh directing towards her own made sphere of life she chose long before to persevere on. That day anew trust was born and this time she was quite qualified to brawl con the fate and folks as well.