Maya’s P. O. V.
I was sitting on the couch which was settled on the farthest corner of the room, hugging my knees tightly close to my chest. It was more like one of my earnests, yet surely a futile attempt to alienate myself from the very world in which I always belonged. Even though I do not want to accept the fact, but it is really getting hard for me now to go along with the game in which my life is now getting badly entangled and the worst thing is that I cannot do anything even when I am aware of where my destiny is going to drag me to stand at the end of all this mess.
Every time, when I start to feel that I know every possible thing about this world because I have already lived this life once before, the next moment never fails to hit me with the hard reality only to show how n
