Call it love

Everybody desires satisfaction. In everything between the skies of imagination and the ground of reality, satisfaction is something humans crave in every day of life. The hope of their wishes that consist of riches and love to be fulfilled by heavens themselves. The desire to experience the satisfaction that came on a Friday night, or the satisfaction that came from a mother's kisses and a father's praise. And sometimes that satisfaction came from a person. It was odd, really, that the heavens would bless you with such pleasure just to say it was sinful. It was brutal, actually, and Tripti Anand knew all about that cruelty.