Next moment the scene changed, Enephra was looking down at her written story,..... Then she looked up at the blue sky, her mind was too as clear as the sky. The weather was mild and sitting under the tree, writing a story gave her the very joyful sensation that she believed nothing else in her life could give her. She was so indulged in writing that she didn't realize the time, the sun was setting down and it was time for her to go back home but her story was still not completed. She thought and thought and again looked upon her work.... Was it even worth it? Will it be ever helpful to her? Will she be able to achieve her goals? And then she gave up thinking and set towards her home.
