Picture this:

She slowly entered the room where Pia lowered her head down and sobbed bitterly. She put her hands over the shoulders and Pia gently looked over to clasp her hands and wail out loud. She could not help but let her cry and feel less burdened. They both have been friends for years together. Rida never believed all this love and crap. She was a carefree, independent and happy go lucky gal. Once the aura had subdued Rida tried to put in plain words and counsel her, “Is he worth all this”? “Oh! Come on all this is ridiculous! How can you be in this state for someone who doesn’t even care?” And there’s nothing called love, its all “draamebaazi”. No one deserves such care and attention other than your family members. Pia whispered slowly “I love him and would always love him, Am sorry but you wouldn’t know since you have not experienced this.”

Two years later:

Pia rushed into the hospital. She was all perturbed and frightened. Rida lay there unconsciously with several life saving equipments. Someone hushed nearby, “Oh poor girl, she did not quite deserve this… and, it’s a heinous crime to kill one self.” Pia sighed heavily thinking how happy she sounded a few months ago when she discovered her friend had found someone special in life.