She had planned it all out, all at the age of 13-it had to be Commerce, arts was for the not-so-clever and science was for the geeky. It had to be south mumbai-that was where the good crowd was, and it was the place to be.
She did just that.
During college, it had to be BMS-cause that was the course which gave the practical aspect, and post that it had to be a job-MNC only.
She did just that.
M.B.A was a must-for the people one meets, for the learning, for the paycheck, for the pride. The job that followed had to be front office-MNC only.
She did just that.
She had determined-she would work hard, she would be liked, she would slog, and she would rise.
And she met him. And it all shattered.
She saw someone who lived for a desire, for a dream. There was no routine, no assured return, no concrete plans. The job was not a chore and the existence was not a question mark. It was effortless, natural drive and through inner vision. Work was love, and life was fulfilled.
He lived his passion.
And she wondered-could she ever just quit to follow a dream? what courage it would take to pursue a desire? Give it all up-all the years she had planned for-just to follow an instinct?
Would she ever be able to live her passion?
