At 2 o clock on a freezing January night, when the cold reaches your bones, three layers of thick clothing seem like nothing but a formality. Teeth rattle in rhythm, fingers move involuntarily to catch the hot white air emanating from the mouth - that’s when one re-considers all decisions in life.
Rosy began to wonder how she landed up in the middle of New Delhi’s Rajpath this winter night. Ambition? Or a hasty career choice?
It wasn’t enough that Rosy was an above average student and aced her exams. Her parents, friends and Rosy herself, sought that elusive ‘all-round’ success for her. Those extra certificates and medals. Something extra. Extra-curricular.