Lived by just making the world revolves around me and my knowledge, I finally took my final step at the stage as a graduate student. I thought it would be the end of my suffering. I thought everything would be easier after college. I never thought, it was just the beginning.

In times of life, even those who were blessed by wisdom and intellect, tripped on reality and failed. Who would have thought, that the brightest student in their batch, would indulge herself in the pleasure of lust?

What spell struck inside for me to act this way? Perhaps, was it a curse for me to suffer? or was it a charm for my own delight?