Uske bhagya me likha hoga.

'Don't you worry, kids turn out OK in the end. Why, we were horrible brats too once'.
'Maybe they will, maybe they won't. Maybe. Maybe. Isn't it humbling how little we can control in our lives. Yet we want security and predictability. We want to raise our kids 'right', when we have little or no say in their destinies. It is as if we are trying to hold on to the stars as points of reference as we hurtle through the universe at mind-blowing speeds. Do you believe in Fate? What if you gave up everything you had to wander through Time and Space? Would you trust your guardian angels, your God that much? It is like closing your eyes and falling backwards into your partner's arms. Have I lost you?
'Maybe.'
'One man thought he could give it a try'.