Farhana sat in bed contemplating on what her life had been like until now. Every word she received from the people around her today had affected her in the most liberating way.
Like the symphony of a violin and the flute, everything fell into place. There was no one to blame for her life choices but herself. She had made the choices and now was dealing with the consequences. What have become of her?
She took her phone and searched through her call long. Looking at the last time she contacted her mother, she felt shocked. It had been two years since she gave her mother a call or even picked the poor woman's call.
Her fingers hovered over her mother's number with the intention to give her a call. Will she pick her call or let it ring the way she had done to the poor woman? She needed her mother though. What would she lose by trying to call?
