Everyone who knew subha had only one piece advice for her, don't be so kind and simpleton. The world we live in, is so devious and finds pleasure in taking advantage of the clement. She always smiled when she heard those words and ignored them. She felt she need not change her behaviour because someone asked her to change and she always thought she was right. Whenever she helped others who were in need, she felt a happiness and fulfilment, which no one understood. She could never say no, to those who asked her something. But now, she understood, she was all wrong and others were a hundred times right. Subha sat on the wooden recliner near the window. Her eyes reflected the tinge of pain her heart bore. She looked at the newspaper she was holding, and gaped at that news again and again. Her classmate rita has won the award for the most promising writer that year. Beside the news, was the photograph of rita, receiving the award from the acclaimed writer of the nation. Subha read the comment of the jury. "Talented young authors like rita give much hope to the world of literature, which shows that the cyber world hasn't yet killed the interest of young minds in literature." Subha sighed. The news was followed by a short interview with the winner. Subha thought she was reading one of the greatest white lies she had ever known. "Q: what was your inspiration to write?rita : you know, writing was my passion right from my childhood. I used to write something, whenever I got free time, either a poem or a story, and if I don't, I felt I would die with a heart suffocating with ideas. I always knew I had those instincts to write, and I had determined to become a writer. to put it simple, I would say, writing gave me life, than oxygen.""Q: how do you see this award? yours' is a rare case, with just one work you have become so famous..rita : ahh, as you can imagine, I feel happy and honoured to receive such a great recognition, at this early age, that too from a great writer. it inspires me to pen down my still hidden splendid ideas. my fans expect more from me, I can't disappoint them in anyway, and that gives me much responsibility. and, I would like to disclose my other plan, I am thinking of donating the money I got, to the mid day meal programme of that village school.""Q: can you share something about your next work?rita : I don't want to kill the suspense now. but, you can hear about it very soon". Subha felt guilty for believing others. It was her work, her creation, her effort of many restless days and sleepless nights, her sweat, her pain and when completed, it was her joy ! Now, it gave her a lasting heart burn and pleasure for the undeserved! How mean is this world! A tear dropped from her eye rolled onto the newsprint. The news she read, burned to ashes, under her eye. 