An insidious voice inside me said, Karna would never have let you suffer like this. But that was no longer correct.
I wonder, if we all in life, have to experience the decision that lays on the balance like two grains of sand on a blade. A descision to pick between our Karna and our Arjun? What we beleive is right? Over what we hope is right? Which career? Which lover? Which name? Which path? Do we even have any control on that decision?
