That evening, I bought many packets of injections and cotton from a medical store. I also bought lots of fruits and a ball pen. Once back, I closed the room from inside. For a few minutes, I silently sat on a chair. Then I lit a candle, and one by one started burning all the sheets of my Novel. As I burnt my dreams with my own hands, tears rolled down my face. Only I or Rihana knew the story of my Novel. Nobody else had even bothered to read it once.
With every burning page, my dreams were also going up in the smoke. Maybe this is what God wanted.