Enthralling Trails

“My dad had limitations. That's what my good-hearted mom always told us. He had limitations, but he meant no harm. It was kind of her to say, but he did do harm.”   ―   Gillian Flynn Anjali was a chartered accountant and had a grown up married daughter. Having fulfilled her duties religiously she put in greater efforts and time into her job. Her job was a second home for her, perhaps a family. It is so for most of the people. One enters a job with apprehensions as a young employee. The job then has  a  lot of expectations, as a youngster the binding makes one dislike being tied up. One yearns for the carefree college days, yet the money and priorities, make the job an inseparable part with embellishments and trouncing of life.  Nine year old Nipun was Anjali’s next door neighbour , the family had moved in a few years back after the resident owners sold it to them. Anjali met little Nipun many times on holidays as he would prance around with his aunt in the corridors or in