For Perfection’s Sake

 

She wondered, tried to retrace her steps and actions and tried to figure out where she’d faltered. Try as much she could, she found no point to put a finger on.

“Probably it’s my fate”

Then again, she was not someone who would resign and accept any failures in her life as fate. She was in charge of her life, she held her destiny in her hands, yet these were things that shook her conviction of being in control.

For one moment she batted her eyelids and the house of cards came crumbling down. At the end of the, was she not human too? Then why were her mistakes never pardoned, it was not that she made them often! Perfection was not her dream, ever. Why then was it expected of her everytime, that too when she was fuming like Kaikeyi!

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Writing to me is therapy, it frightens and comforts at the same time. Liberates like nothing else. A book in my own name is a dream, but a bigger dream would be to write something that haunts the reader even after the last page is turned and the book is shut. I enjoy reading and music, spending time with family whilst battling my social awkwardness.

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