Just when you think things are about to normalise, a bolt out of the blue, shakes you out of your reverie.
However, the bolt hasn’t hit you. I mean me. In cinema parlance, I’m just the best friend. The protagonist is someone else. A friend, who is quite a woman. She’s bold. And strides ahead of the average new age woman.
She’s impulsive and wears her heart on her sleeve. But she has conviction, even in her impulses.
the bolt has hit her?
Why are you talking in circles? Let’s hear the whole story.