At some point of time or the other in our lives we all wish that things were different… Atleast a little bit, u know. Is unsatisfaction the eternal condition of mankind? Aira had met few people in her life who were satisfied with whatever they had and how their lives were. Maybe, just one or two. She could not understand. Was it she who was hankering after things to be perfect? Was she a perfectionist? One thought led on to another as she kept thinking.
