Strange are the ways of fate , that are known unto the mortals as coincidences, of time, of truth , of lies and of life...
Coincidences unto mortals, reasons unto the divine, and a mere excuse for the inexplicable... so does the rationale of life lie twisted in the web of coincidences and reasons...where the presence of the mortals , stands a mere excuse for all that was, is , and is to be...
If one were to believe that Dr Armaan was meant to know the bitter truth of the life of his beloved, it is no more a coincidence , than a reason of the divine, as fate plays it way through their entangled lives... while he stands a mere excuse for the coincidences that are to be...
The bitter truth of Dr Ridhima's life is between her and her father and the lady who lies on the death bed... holding on to few last breaths...
If anyone were to let her know about the truth, it is none other but the man, who she looks up to as her father and no other.
But even as Dr Armaan , stands , aware of the truth ,he will be a mere excuse to have lent an unwilling ear to this bitter truth , on a fateful day...when things unfold , yet again as a coincidence , at a time in the future... where caught in a web of questions, morality and conscience, he would only find himself to have become an excuse , an unwilling reason of fate, as fate readies itself to a weave a web of coincidences... yet again...entangling their lives deeper and stronger...as he stands yet again , a silent witness to the coincidences .... !
-Sareeta