She packed her stuff and left early from work. She did not feel like going home. Life had been challenging to say the least. She had slogged for her job, sacrificing her personal life and now both seemed to be slipping away from her. She felt depressed and though she met a counsellor, it did not seem to help. She even had suicidal thoughts which she somehow managed to keep at bay. That day she did not go home. She went to a park where her father used to take her as a child. She walked along the walking path and stopped on the bridge over a pond. It was a quiet day and there was no breeze. She looked down into the pool and saw her image in the still water. ‘What has my life come to?’ She thought. A drop of tear fell from her eyes into the pond. The tear fell right in the centre of her image. Ripples moved outwards from the centre making her image blurry. Suddenly, she recollected her childhood. She used to look down in the same pool with her father. She would throw a pebble and gi...